Breindel Kasher,
IL
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Free Verse
Modern
Times
Bedouin cows
return to the hills,
But this morning
Their song is muted by
The constant building and bulldozing
Once Upon A
Time
I remember,
Wearing his jacket,
On cold nights,
Listening to Bach,
At the back of churches
The Blues
Oh god, she cried,
It is here
The emptiness,
Take it away
Darkness
Darkness pulls
me
Like a cat, returning
To the same door
For a feeding
Jerusalem
Garbage Strike
Jerusalem, sun
baked
Garbage, pours on your
Sidewalk cafes, as the strike continues
Another day, the intestines of
The holy city over-flowing,
No one does anything,
At the market
A limping beggar
Passes me, too weary
To ask for a shekel,
Jerusalem,
How did you become
So disheveled?
Portrait
Paintings
Harvest Moon
When the band
played
Neil Young’s Harvest Moon,
I caught a glimpse of her
Long lost youth
October’s full
harvest moon
floats between clouds like a woman
In a black lace veil
and painted red toe nails
Harvest moon
Your fullness emptied
In a blue-black sky
A sliver of light remaining
I And Thou
Someone
told me,
Cells in the body,
Change every seven years.
The ‘ you,’
No longer fits,
It shifts, leaving a shadow
On some corner
Vague recollections
Spread across a pavement
You step out of
An old habit
With a different direction.
After time,
There’s a change in the mirror,
Someone else’s reflection,
You don’t quite get it.
When you
sat down
Next to me
At the concert,
I got no tone
On the registry.
Lovers turn strangers,
Summer turns to fall,
When you’re in the heat of things
You can’t imagine,
Any change at all.
And there we were,
Side by side,
Two parallel lines
In the space
Where passion died
A slow ride
Down a mountain slide.
Fog so thick
We had no vision,
There was no escaping
A head on collision.
We both survived,
That’s what’s weird,
Who was the ‘you?’
And who was the ‘ I,’
And who was the ‘ we,’
That didn’t make it……
October rosh chodesh heshvan*
2009
Rosh Chodesh, in the
Jewish Calender, marks a new month with a new moon. This is the
moon of Cheshvan. When the moon turns full, it will be my
birthday. We pray for rain, let it fall and water the thirsty
earth.
Read
Breindel Kasher's
haiku in the
"leaves Haiku Thread
Read
Breindel Kasher's
haiku in the
"harvest moon" Kukai
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