My Poems Are Little Ironies

MY POEMS ARE LITTLE IRONIES

My poems are little ironies
I write against myself
They tell the story of my soul
As if I’m no one else.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Poem Is A Prison, An Idol

THE POEM IS A PRISON, AN IDOL

The poem is a prison an idol
I worship and must escape -

No more poems
Let the story be told another way.

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A Poem As Small Desperate Prayer At The Beginning Of The Week

A POEM AS SMALL DESPERATE PRAYER AT THE BEGINNING OF THE WEEK

Let these small lines
begin to be
A sign
I still have something
To give.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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I Write A Few Lines

I WRITE A FEW LINES

I write a few lines,
I try to tell myself
They are a poem.
But what’s a poem
In a Universe of trillions of poems?

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My son saved me

MY SON SAVED ME

My son saved me-
He gave me hope again.

We need to be loved
Even if by only one-

My son saved me
May God bless him.

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A Poem Written Before Entering A Morning Shiva Minyan

I sit and write a morning poem
Life is sometimes not what we want it to be-

Death is Death
And Dying too
Sometimes seems
As if its true-

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I Walk Down The Hill Of My Own Loneliness

I WALK DOWN THE HILL OF MY OWN LONELINESS

I walk down the hill of my own loneliness
It is a sad hill
It is a long hill
But it is my hill.

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I Have Nothing To Write

I HAVE NOTHING TO WRITE

I have nothing to write,
Except that ‘I have nothing to write'-
Is this ‘Writing'?
Or is it only ‘Nothing'?

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The Yellows Of The Flowers

THE YELLOWS OF THE FLOWERS

THE YELLOWS OF THE FLOWERS

The Yellows of the Flowers,
the Greens of the Trees,
God’s Colors-
Comfort me.

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Only My Poems May Save Me

ONLY MY POEMS MAY SAVE ME

Only my poems may save me
But will they too
Be able
to save me?
Keats name was not writ in water,
Mine is.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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