Monthly Archives: September 2013

Ready to Fall

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         by Dana Janine Diamond  

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One morning, I walk out my door

find the air cooler

than it was the day before,

a light, minty leaf dances

toward me, immediately

the promise of pumpkins,                                      10966526-fall-harvest-festival-decorative-vegetables-with-festive-gourds-and-colorful-squashes-with-assorted-

creamy butternut squash and sturdy gourds,

line up on the farmer’s table,

ready to be taken home,

hoping to be picked.

There was a time

I would follow this adventure,

but now I pause imperceptibly,

go about my day.

Gather the harvest

bushels of apples

Delicious, Golden, Granny Smith,    cider

sweet, sour, sliced, bitten

check for bugs or worms,

polish to a fine shine,

until we’re tucked in again

for the night

the epic cover

protecting us from a baking sun,

that was once summer.

Soon we will hear

the crunch under our feet

a sky decorated and punctuated

with a lover’s hand                                                   images

amber, maple-shaped, fiery red,

speckled light brown on pale, faded yellow,

cheerful, everlasting smile,

green becomes sage,

seemingly, suddenly,

bright orange turns to rust.

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your grandmother’s recipe,

or one from a book you read long ago,

but no one knows your secret.

It could be coriander seed, or cumin,

or just more thyme, and the realization

that an entrée can be served without anything hidden.

Begin again.

It seems, when asked,

why did a woman veer off her path?

(when the whole world knows

we know the directions)

The answer is loneliness.

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Now that is the real curse,

is it not?

Busyness can play the charmer,

contentment and even occasional happiness

can snake its way through our lives,                          imgres

productivity and grocery shopping

can purchase complacency

for a time,

until stock has its turn

at being taken,

rather than stirred briskly.

imagesI am the esrog,

I am the Lulav, too.

Complex, complicated and mystical,

shaken and held

for very short bursts.

You bring me forth

maybe give me a kiss,

inhale my deep, provocative,

exotic scent,

caress with your eyes,

select a firm grip,                                      lulav&etrog

as if to never let me go,

as if I am so close to your heart

that a whisper is all that is needed

to beckon me nearer,

and I am there, inside you,

or did I have that turned around?

For now, seemingly suddenly,                  $(KGrHqF,!oUFDCbMNoueBQ9Zc9S5mg~~60_35

I am being sent

to all ends

of the earth.

In my travels,

I have seen your suffering,

felt your joy,

absorbed your pain,

known your love,

I am sitting in this hut

alone, ‘til finally

even the walls

around me are torn down.

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I might survive

as a house plant

(for a time)

I might even find myself

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and retrieved from behind

the glass case,

or the drawer where you’ve stored me

to add a certain sweetness

as the candlelight holds back the

darkness,

and a family embarks on their poignant week.

Where to begin,

as I bring my offering,

I seek to understand

and I experience an existential rejection            09

with every wrong occurrence,

a broken canister, wasted food,

my child’s tears, missed opportunities

to pray, with domestic chaos

swirling around me,

a storm of anti-Semitism

raging in the streets,

I still see the colors

raining down.

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I am lying on a bed

of drying up leaves,                                 images

caked somewhat in mud,

You’ve got me right where

You want me

readying myself

to stand up

and get clean.

And as I begin

the washing up

that inevitably follows every

holiday or excursion,

I take soap to dish,

scrub in a circular motion,              3890318312_59e4dd8729

rinsing and inspecting,

feeling the calm sense

of satisfaction return

as lemony scents

fill the air above

the kitchen sink,

and while my hands are moving,

moving, ever restless,

my mind soars

with possibilities, decisions, new ideas.

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Esrog by Michoel Muchnik

Esrog by Michoel Muchnik

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The Book is better than the movie

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By Dana Janine Diamond

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In the movie, 27 Dresses,

the lead character

is forever

a bridesmaid,

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she keeps all

her tulles, taffetas, silks,

squished in a closet

that refuses

to close,

such ugly dresses

so that she’ll never

seem more

beautiful than the bride,

her role

will always be

to stand aside,

smiling on

as the ceremony

unfolds,

billows like sails

unfurling

against the horizon,

until the last scene…

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We sail out to sea, we sail out to sea,

through storms and clarity

we believed you

when you told us

who to be.

 

We turned away

hush, hush, quiet voice,

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away from the land

to the silence

we were lost,

looking for peace

sweet voice insistent,

clamoring

for peace.

Can you hear her?

Can you still hear her?

 

Those who wish

to be blinded

will enshroud

themselves in the darkness,

of the deepest black harbor,

and those who wish to seek,

will lift the veil.

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We are here, we are here,

come gaze upon our beauty,

we are here, we are here,

let us take our souls out to sea,

cup a palm to our ear,

hold a seashell close and dear,

and on the wind they will travel

their voices, they will travel

one hundred and twenty strong.

 

We are all in this boat together,

stay afloat, stay afloat,

never fear,

for married we are to be,

we are all brides before our God,

we are all whispering words of love,

out to sea, out to sea,

souls’ never-ending story.

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As we sing

our notes

float to form

a crown,

our notes

form the sweetest song

round and round,

we go

to the Wall,

we go

to the Wall,

for You.

 

In the Book

of Life,

the heroine

doesn’t stand off

to the side,

anymore…

She soars

through

the sweet, salt air,

as joyous waters

rise up

to wish her well,

over every wall,

she travels

to place

a crown

around

You.

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