A Poem Should Be About Anything It Is About

A POEM SHOULD BE ABOUT ANYTHING IT IS ABOUT

A poem should be about anything it is about
And that is why this poem
Isn’t only about itself.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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What Are We?

WHAT ARE WE?

What are we?
Dust of the earth
Dust of the stars
Thinking dust
Dreaming dust
Loving dust
Dust of Dust
God’s Dust
What are we?

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Among All The Lovely Animals

AMONG ALL THE LOVELY ANIMALS

Among all the lovely animals
That inhabit this sweet earth
One alone writes a poem
For all who thrive unheard.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Last Poem

THE LAST POEM

The last poem
is no poem.
The last poem
is the pain,
which in ending
says nothing
more
than that the world
is forever closed.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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An Old Man Walks In The Morning Light

AN OLD MAN WALKS IN THE MORNING LIGHT

An old man walks in the morning light
He breathes the beauty
Of the cold winter air
He is alive forever.

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And This World Which Is So Sad In All Its Beauty

AND THIS WORLD WHICH IS SO SAD

And this world which is so sad in all its Beauty
Waits for the line
Which will mean
All is redeemed
By
Poetry.

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I walk with the sky in my soul

I WALK WITH THE SKY IN MY SOUL

I walk with the sky in my soul-
All this Beauty of the morning is mine-
God gives us everything
When we wake up.

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With Most Of The Road Already Behind Me

WITH MOST OF THE ROAD ALREADY BEHIND ME

With most of the road already behind me
I approach another Yom Kippur
In quiet in prayer in awe in hope.

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Without A Poem

WITHOUT A POEM

Without a poem
I am lost
Time goes by
I don’t know why
I am in the world.

Is this a poem,
And am I here for something,
Or not?

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For A Small Poem

FOR A SMALL POEM

For a small poem-
A true poem-
A real poem-
The Universe will open its doors
And begin to sing.

But where is a true poem today?

poem by Shalom Freedman
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