Harvest
Every way
Every path
Leads
Every journeyman
Every wanderer
Comes
Some through the valley of tears
Of darkness
Some cry lonely tears
In empty bathrooms
Propelled by demons
So deep inside them
Others fly smooth
Smiles
Miles
Of joy propelled
By angels
We all meet up at the end
Alone
Our eyes meet
Nervous..yet calm
The harvest
This years crop...
In the cold autumn eve..
This is what we’ve reaped
Grimly...
Joyfully
But now..theres a peace
The kind of peace..
We vaguely recall
5 minutes before a big test
When we’ve spent nights
Studying and now..this is it
When we’ve been in the worst
Pain imaginable
And then..
Theres the baby
so beautiful
Sukkos...
Such a peaceful holiday
Harvest festival
The world slows...down..
We hold and breathe in
The Esrog..Lulav..Hadassim..aravos
All together..
The fruits of our
Lives..hearts..and bodies
We read Koheles...
The wisdom of Shlomo at the end
Celebrating the end...
Death
Gathering
Peace
We watch the beauty of death
In the leaves...
Singing their final song
As they let go and
Slowly
Drift
Down
At rest
At peace
.
posted by David_on_the_Lake at 11:17 AM
17 Comments:
You captured it... perfectly... sigh... we harvest what we sow, and so we all do this one way or another....
You have a wonderul way of describing yiddishkeit/yom tov.
You are a very talented man..Hopefully you write poems to your wife too..
If you don't publish this.... I'm going to force you!!!!!
It's fabulous!!!!
you keep outdoing yourself. beautifully expressed.
Beautiful poem, I echo kasamba and everyone else.
beautiful :)
i actually dont know what to say for once....
youve captured everything from lonely tears in empty bathrooms, to beautiful newborns..and encapsulated life's beauty, pressures, fears, joys, dreams and successes..
Dont know what else to add -
no insight
only praise
soulful
heartfelt
This is really touching....
It makes me feel sad though, to think that there is an end to such beauty you describe, and there is such heartache that you describe...
But it all changes anyway,... heartache changes to joy, and beauty changes, too.
The world goes 'round..
life is measured in cycles...it all goes round and round...beginnings...endings...and back to beginning once more
I'll just say wow..
moiy-
cute!
lol
i should remember to write that on everyone's post...it'll speed things up! LOL
FG...
yup...just like the lulav esrog..etc..we all come together to harvest...
jbf...
thank u very much..
Kas...
simon and shuster just hung up on me...hmm any other suggestions?
lol
bellany...and swfm...and sarah..
thanks..
I guess I covered all bases..lol
gotta leave something for the comments
workingema...
but there's beauty in the end as well...
open...
so true...the dead leaves become the nutrients for the next years leaves
sara...
I'll just say..gut yom tov and thanks
moiy...
I could always count on u..for something out of linke field..lol
amazing. this whole 'cycle' thing is a hard lesson to learn..the ups, the downs, the connecting, the distancing.. its all part of the same thing..we just have to remember time is an illusion. beautiful
Perfectly captured essence of the season and its trappings.
amazing poem!
its such a true reflection on sukkos . imagine after the stressful days of rosh hashana and yom kippur we would be just dropped into nowhere into the depths of a cold winter who would survive? who would even start working on the avodah of elul if there wouldn't be the rewarding sukkos at the end.
oops gut yom tov back.
anonm00kie...
yup..thats what hevel havolim means..an illusion
Stacey...
thanks..
:-)
skeptic...
true....this is like a sendoff before the long bleak winter
sara...
gut yontiff to u too...lol
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