Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Writing Poetry in D.C.

Excerpt:
[For the full version of the poem, contact the author.]

Zahar


we, the sun-chasers, bound to light,
and zionist curfew the same,
fight to chant the sun to rise over mountain
our love sun’s defiant reign

sand slips through her fingers making a way to forgiveness
her exhale pushes slowly slipping passed the Hassidim’s sway
her prayer weaving what remains
a somber brew of hope…less…ness
despair tints the canvas of brutality emerging

resisting the moon
I fall into her
like thick mist between winter barked trees,
when there were trees,
she
pushing the lit-horizon’s cascading shade
my breasts skim her back
tongue to neck
she turns…
as the zahar brings hued-brilliance
defiant in wilting air