I’m taking a ride in a hot air balloon!
I left in September to come back in June.
I learn a whole lot, and I don’t go to school!
It’s fun and it’s awesome, so totally cool!
I fly through the sunshine, the wind, and the frost.
I sing with the birds, and I know all the flocks.
I float everywhere, but I’m paying the cost,
Because: I am free! And that is why I am lost.*
*–Franz Kafka
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Amaya hosts “Kafka for Kids” at
dVerse.
Pain and sorrow,
Bleak tomorrows,
Loneliness, depression deep…
You believe it,
Think you see it:
You’re not worthy of your dreams…
In this world of churning changes,
Couldn’t these become extinct?
Likely no,
So may we grow
In all the good we can perceive!
—
My Quadrille in response to Linda’s “extinction” prompt at
dVerse.
Commemorate
Events significant to you.
Live and love
Enthusiastically!
Be present,
Radiant, bold!
Activate your joy and share!
Taste the sweetness of
Eternity… Now!
Nick O’Brien started crying:
What’s the point of life?
Never trying, always sighing,
Glaring at his wife.
Nicky’s spirit got to hear it –
Whisper deep inside…
Came to cheer and left his fearing,
Swallowing his pride,
Sharing burdens, joys and hurting,
Letting love abide.
—
My “nick” Quadrille for De at
dVerse.
When I quit the quirks of thinking
Without fretting on my fate;
When I shift the ship that’s sinking
With lamenting fear of late…
If my soul, in seeking solace
Finds rest for resting’s sake,
Then tranquility’s a chancy chance
My mindfulness can take!
—
My “tranquility” Quadrille for Lillian at
dVerse.
My mind and body still recall
The years I cherished most of all,
When I played piano all through day and night.
I learned to laugh; I learned to sing.
I learned to cope with anything;
An ancient voice that speaks my spirit bright.
Not every song I wrote on piano was in 3/4 or waltz time, even though all of these are. 🙂
(Hebrew)
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My “voice” Quadrille for De at
dVerse.
Join us! You’re next in the Q!
She’ll never have my freckles;
He’ll never have your eyes.
Their names won’t find a tender song
In sweetest lullabies.
We’ve talked it out before;
We won’t speak of it again.
But our lack of precious children
Leaves a part of me in pain.
—
My second “freckle” Quadrille for Mish at
dVerse.
