I Walk Slowly And Wait For A Poem
I WALK SLOWLY AND WAIT FOR A POEM
I walk slowly and wait for a poem-
The early morning
Wind and sunlight
Encompass and embrace me-
The green green world
Makes my eyes smile-
I walk slowly and wait for a poem.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Poem Within Me This Morning Is A Quiet Poem
The poem within me this morning is a quiet poem
It does not have to rush anywhere
It can rest its eyes
By gazing calmly
at the yellow- green sunlight
on branches and leaves-
It can simply wait
And smile shyly at whatever strangers appear-
A quiet poem is its own justification
A life may be like this sometimes also-
Sit wait rest contemplate enjoy,
The whole world out there is a peaceful dream
One need not run to or away from.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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There Are Those Who Wait Years To Write A Poem
THERE ARE THOSE WHO WAIT YEARS TO WRITE A POEM
There are those who wait years to write a poem
The fruit slowly ripens inside and then as with Rilke
It suddenly falls -
There are those who write a few lines
And come back time after time
And find the poem after many efforts-
There are those who cannot wait to write a poem
And once conscious of it must write it down as fast as possible
Before it is lost-
And there are those who only in the present writing
Find the poem -
The page suffers many methods and modes
But what truly makes a poem worthy
Is another question.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Poem At The End Of The Walk
THE POEM AT THE END OF THE WALK
The poem at the end of the walk
Does not know
Whether or not it will come into being-
Why a poem now?
Because the pen is in my hand
And I have some minutes to wait
And the world outside
Has so much light and beauty,
And I am quiet inside
After the long walk
Before the day of work
Not tired.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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I Walk And Wait For A Poem
I WALK AND WAIT FOR A POEM
I walk and wait for a poem
What else do I have but a poem?
The schoolchildren by the side of the road
Are helped by their father into the car.
Yeats had ‘schoolchildren’ in his poem-
But I am not Yeats.
I stop and write these lines down
A poem is not enough
A small poor poem
Is not enough.
But what else do I have but a small poor poem
And the memory of my children
The children I love so much-
When they were schoolchildren
So long long ago?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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A Poem Before I Go Out The Door?
A poem before I go out the door?
Unlikely, but who knows?
I see the sunlight through the window
Outside beckons.
The indoor world is wonderful
But only inside is too much lost
I want to walk
I want to feel the fresh wind of the early morning
I want to feel free in just being alive
The poem is the anticipation
Of something so simple and basic in life
Almost everyone can have it
Walk out the door with me
And take joy in the light of the morning.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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I Lost The Poem I Wrote In My Mind
I LOST THE POEM I WROTE IN MIND
I lost the poem I wrote in my mind
When walking to Shul this morning-
I can only try to recall its thoughts;
‘Walk too fast and the mind cannot hear itself
Walk slowly and listen to the poem inside yourself.
The road ahead the trees the sky
Has a beauty too great for you to write
Thank God for your sight.”
The best lines are forever gone-
A poem to replace a poem
Is not as good as the original-
I wish I had the words for all the beauty God gives me in my life
How wonderful it is to be alive- sometimes
And to be able to write poems – even if somewhat poorly.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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A Song Of Spring
The Spring comes slowly up this way,
Slowly, slowly,
Under a snood of hodden grey.
The black and white for her array,
Slowly, slowly,
The Spring comes slowly up this way.
Where is her green that was so gay?
Slowly, slowly,
The Spring comes slowly up this way.
Unto a world too sick for May,
Slowly, slowly,
The Spring comes slowly up this way.
Where are the lads that used to play?
Slowly, slowly,
The Spring comes slowly up this way.
She has no heart for holiday,
Slowly, slowly,
The Spring comes slowly up this way.
The trees are out in Heaven they say.
Slowly, slowly,
The Spring comes slowly up our way.
poem by Katharine Tynan
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Wait For The Poem
WAIT FOR THE POEM
Wait for the poem-
Wait-
Let the Breeze go through you
The heat of these past days has been long.
Wait
Let your mind
Begin to move
With the wind.
Lines
More lines
A poem?
Writing now
The breeze.
Thank God
For the Breeze
For the Poem
For Now.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Poem About The Poem About The Poem
THE POEM ABOUT THE POEM ABOUT THE POEM
The poem about the poem about the poem
Written in dream
And forgotten in sleep
Comes back to me slowly now
As if it had been away on a long long journey
And is reluctant to come home-
I write it
But it really writes me
And when I try to make sense of what it means
It tells me its ambiguities
Are more important and interesting
Than my clarity-
The poem about the poem about the poem
Written now
May not be a poem about a poem about a poem at all
But may merely be my own playing with words
Which take the place in my life
Of really living-
A poem about a poem about a poem?
Surely this is a mysterious thing
If it exists at all.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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I Walk Slowly/The Morning Prayer Done
I WALK SLOWLY/ THE MORNING PRAYER DONE
I walk slowly
The morning prayer done-
A new week a new year begins
With the same old questions and problems-
I will not get anywhere else
I have done what I have done.
I pray I will go on for some years
In relative good health-
And when the end comes
It will not be too long or too painful
For myself and for others.
I walk home slowly
I have not conquered the world
And I am not going to.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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A Poem Is Just A Poem
a poem is just a poem and if it is just a poem
it must be just a poem just like another poem
a poem is nothing but just a poem otherwise
it cannot be my poem; it may speak about
anything, or something, or about everything,
but my poem is just a poem just like anybody's
poem, which is just but a poem, like any other
poem, for a poem to be a poem it must just be
a poem: it has nothing to do with my love, and death
my life, or bliss, but as i have told you, once, twice
thrice, eat some rice, and be that wise, a poem is
just a poem, just like your poem. Why do you insist
on asking, what is happening to me? I am not a
poem, for i am but just the composer of the poem,
need i tell you again, that a poem is just a poem?
just like any other poem, which is just a poem
it is just a voice in my head that i have heard
someone comes and speaks and i listen so
this poem is not actually my poem but the poem
of someone else's: theirs not mine, from a mind.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Poem Without Music Of Its Own Is Not A Poem
A POEM WITHOUT MUSIC OF ITS OWN IS NOT A POEM
A poem without music of its own is not a poem-
I have lost the rhythm of my soul
I try-
I write these words
But where is the music?
Slowly slowly I strive
To listen to my own voice-
It sounds as if it comes from deep within me
Deeper than my own dreaming.
Is this a poem I hear?
Or only my own ambition and scheming?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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I Walk Where The Poem Once Was
I WALK WHERE THE POEM ONCE WAS
I walk where the Poem once was,
The Trees are still green
The woman is dead,
The sky is cold.
I walk where many Poems
Have been written
After the rain
Her flowers still bloom.
The presence of the other person,
Is the Greatest Gift God gives us.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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All I Want From This Walk Is A Poem
ALL I WANT FROM THIS WALK IS A POEM
All I want from this walk is a poem-
A small poem-
I can take home-
A poem that can somewhat diminish
My guilt, my sense of failure, my worthlessness-
A small poem
That can make me feel
I am a human being again-
As sitting in the sun
And rewriting this poem
Does to some degree now.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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There Is A Poem For Me Somewhere This Morning
THERE IS A POEM FOR ME SOMEWHERE THIS MORNING
There is a poem for me somewhere this morning
I will find it somehow
Perhaps it is in the memory of my father
Whose Yahrtzeit is today
Twenty- two years.
Perhaps it is as it is often
In the morning light
When I first walk outside to Shul
Perhaps it is in the deep need for a poem
For my own justification
Perhaps it is in my daughter’s search
For poems of inspiration
Perhaps it is in many things mixed together
Most of which I have not yet
And may never bring to mind
There is a poem for me somewhere this morning
I am writing it now
It is not beautiful
And not the best
And maybe even not much of a poem
There is a poem for me somewhere this morning
And I am not alone.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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I Look Up At The Sky/And Wait For A Poem
I LOOK UP AT THE SKY/ AND WAIT FOR A POEM
I look up at the sky
And wait for a poem-
The deep dark green of this park surrounds me -
I have been blessed by so much
I have been given so much in my life-
This cool beautiful Yerushalmi night
All I am is thanking God.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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When You Know There Is A Poem Within You
WHEN YOU KNOW THERE IS A POEM WITHIN YOU
When you know there is a poem within you-
You can go slowly and wait and listen to yourself,
As the words unfold within your fingers and on the page.
A poem comes
Because Poetry is who you are.
And when you are silent within yourself
Poetry says itself to you
I did not have to do anything,
I only had to listen,
And write this down.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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I Come Back Slowly To Strength
I COME BACK SLOWLY TO STRENGTH
I come back slowly to strength
I nurse myself gradually forward
To health again
And I wait for the moment
I will not have to think
About each step I take –
I wait to forget about my own health
And wonder
If and When this will be.
I long for a poem which is true Poetry-
poem by Shalom Freedman
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If There Is A Poem On This Walk
IF THERE IS A POEM/ON THIS WALK
If there is a poem
On this walk,
Will I know how to write it?
Will I know how to make
The cold and the wind
Into a song of joy?
Will I know how to make
The gloom and the damp
Into a hymn of happiness?
If there is a poem on this walk
Will I know how to stop and hear it?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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This Poem
THIS POEM
This poem
This first poem
This last poem
This poem that invented Poetry
This one and only one poem
This fictional poem
This ideal poem
This perfect poem
This would – be holy poem
This unreal poem
This poem which is not a poem
This poem which is the essence of all poetry
This poem
And that poem
And my poem
And your poem
And all poems
Poem poem poem poem poem
This poem
Mine and yours
This one small poem of so so many
And not such a good poem at all.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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