• Poetry

     HappiWriter updated 2 months ago 10 Members · 12 Posts
  • Rochel Solomon

    Member
    September 4, 2020 at 8:34 pm

    I made up this poem for Tisha B’av and was going to post it but I felt a little scared. Honestly, I look back on it now and I see that it still speaks to me now during the aseres yemei teshuvah. I hope to be worthy of a beautiful year and sometimes I feel down because I am constantly rushing and doing and every time I think I take a step forward I feel like the yetzer hara is there to push me back even farther, especially during this time. So I hope this gives chizuk to whomever feels the exact same way:

     

    Tzipita Liyeshu’Ah
    Tisha B’av 5780

    We are a people more tired and tried
    More ruined than ruinous
    We aren’t new to this
    We forfeit our glory not by our rights
    Rather for all of our wrongs
    And we are forced to move on
    As a unit we will never tarry
    But this bears responsibility
    I have more than myself to carry
    And on this day we rise together
    To address our fallen state
    We ask ourselves
    How long will we wait?
    How long are we supposed to lament?
    How many tears should be spent on
    The stones they burned
    The bones they break.
    They were a cavalcade of destruction
    We bit our thumbs for Your sake.
    Through the rivers of blood was seen
    The garish reflection,
    a day of catastrophe.
    And this is not just our origins.
    A day like this repeats and repeats and unfolds
    like an exhausted accordion.
    Is that to be our song?
    Is that the fate we belong to?
    Where are the lyricists and the lyres?
    The timbres and tambourines?
    Where are Your ministers and Kings?
    Those that delight in the dancing
    Their legs are crossed
    on the floor, mourning
    At a loss- wondering
    Where is Your glory?
    Finish the story
    My King
    My Scribe
    Write up the day when we no longer have to cry
    When no longer will we hide
    When we can proclaim and sanctify Your name
    And no one has to die
    And when we finally will be elated
    A people redeemed, no longer incarcerated
    When You bring down Your house
    In fire and stone
    When you reveal Yourself
    When You finally make yourself known
    Will I be worthy
    Will I be worthy
    Will I be worthy

  • Elisheva Halle

    Member
    September 6, 2020 at 4:01 am

    Beautiful! Thank you for posting! Please post more of your work!

  • Anagrammer

    Member
    September 6, 2020 at 4:12 am

    Rochel, this is gorgeous! It really resonated with me. I especially like the way you ended it.

  • Fayge Y.

    Member
    September 6, 2020 at 5:27 pm

    It’s no wonder that your thoughts are also appropriate for teshuva season. I learned that the Tisha b’Av, the day we hit rock bottom and process where our bad choices brought us, is the beginning of teshuva, which is, how we get out of there and get back to where we should be.

    And it works both ways: Part of the Yom Kippur davening is linked to churban. I’ve heard, on a simple level, to move us to tears because we have to cry on YK, but I’m sure it goes much deeper.

     

  • Fiction Fangirl

    Member
    September 6, 2020 at 6:35 pm

    The Perfect Poem.  That’s all I can say.

    I am simply lost for words.

    Maybe an emoji would work:

    ?

  • Bookworm

    Member
    September 6, 2020 at 7:02 pm

    Very nice!
    Surely a lot of emotions and deep thought behind this poem!
    Thank you for sharing!

  • Rochel Solomon

    Member
    September 7, 2020 at 2:03 am

    Thanks all I really appreciate the feedback. I was always scared of posting my work – I keep telling myself I’m lazy but I know I’m just scared. You’ve definitely helped me realize that I can do it. I’m glad to be part of such a community! You guys rock!

  • Tzipora

    Member
    September 7, 2020 at 7:24 am

    Hi,

    I’m new here, just joined yesterday so it feels a little strange to be commenting already but this poem – wow – it demands a response.

    I feel like it’s got everything you need in a poem. Layers and layers of meaning – every time you read it you discover something new. Brilliant wordplay. Imagery, tired accordion – I love that.

    Most importantly, I think, it provokes the feelings most appropriate for this time of year, first sadness, loss, grief then reflection, remorse and inspiration.

    Hope that helps.

  • Chaya’la

    Member
    September 15, 2020 at 3:58 pm

    “A Masterpiece”

    May I have a moment

    And have my thoughts seen,

    Somewhere else other than

    Typed in my brains screen.

    External measures should be taken

    Rendering ideas to fruition,

    Perhaps the moment of truth has come

    Ignoring beliefs of mere superstition.

    Engaging in a courageous act

    Connecting pen and paper,

    Exuding indescribable joy

    Swirling gracefully in my own caper!

  • PassionforWriting

    Member
    September 15, 2020 at 9:41 pm

    Chayala!!! That in itself IS a masterpiece, wow!! I’m impressed at how you came up with such good words and phrases for each letter!

    Maybe I’ll share my acronym I once wrote 🙂

  • Chaya’la

    Member
    September 21, 2020 at 4:18 pm

    Passion for Writing! Thanks! I love the simplicity and clarity of acronyms! Would absolutely love to read yours! 🙂

  • HappiWriter

    Member
    September 24, 2020 at 1:27 am

    Rochel, this poem is stunning!! You have a talent for digging at the heart of your topic, transitioning from one idea, building to a crescendo, and wow…

    Keep ’em coming!

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