- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Ehyeh Asher Ehyeh
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Click hereEhyeh asher ehyeh
my ancient voice cries
a torn and tattered torrah
an old testimate to endurance
I am the I I am
I can be no more
more or less
so why ask why
or say so and so
leave my words
as stone carved figures
alone together facing east
looking forward to a time
when meaning will mean something
just by being
the understanding
comes in their whispers there
as you see them on a hilltop
or on from the seaside
in pretty picture postcards
you get one day
without warning
Some words read
when in the then and there
we watch the line
tow ropes or fetters
persistent persnickety
naggity sinking feelings
inner circular critical voices
sleeping comas with other injuries
how cleverly we are then
as we go and go along
his way and that
we put our foot down
with all our stitch witchery
hidden seemy hemming
did he? Or how do I explain?
spill spelling contents
how tigers disappear
or all my love charms
Some words spoken
need not no their way
finding winding windy airs
over teeth and tongue
in ghosts of old songs
or rolled as oats as old
as early as my memory
cribside inside all around the room
wrapped tight in blankets
I could not move
but rather instead
warmed by love
dreamed tomorrow's freedom
so or so I could speak of it
and sing sing sing
as I do to you now
read my words aloud
twice the same way
I dare you
SO you and you and you.
Take from it what you will;
See yourself shattered
Reflecting reflections -
Make yourselves anew.
Tell your telling tales,
Shimmer and shine...
On your own time -
Not now in mine!
- COMMENTS
LeBrozover 16 years agoThis poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 38,000 poems.
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KOLKOREover 17 years agoWhen you create, you in fact become a bit like god, or as the bible says: (I quote in the Hebrew first): “Betselem Elohim”, “in the image of god” we were created. To think that God reffered to us all – quite a credit indeed. My sympathy to the sentiment you conveyed at the end of your poem, in which you created a parallel between the inherent opaqueness of god’s words and that of the poet. The most fascinating part - here it comes, in the midst of the darkest most hopeless days of the Jews in Europe, way away from any physical haven, the search for meaning - the exact parallel to your: “SO you and you and you / Take from it what you will” etc.., any group of desperate Jews did not have to wait till arriving at distant shores to hear the divine voice, nor to the end of days. The religion evolved, as if by a survival instinct, and you just had to gather in a group, put your mind together with fellow Jews and study, make your best of what a holy text means. Figure out the way it made sense to them at the moment. And at the moment, the sages say, godliness is within them. It was said: “KI LO BASHMAIM HI”, Which means it is not in the sky! But in the minds of every group of people which engages in a dialogue about the holy texts. Quite a shift from a temple –centered or even priests centered religion.
TheRainManover 18 years agoFine wordplay throughout.
I was hoping you'd play harder and more consistently on the Moses angle when I started it, but it held my interest througout.
Nice work.
I found this the more satisfying of your two poems today.
jthserraover 18 years agoloved "I am the I I am" I think this one slipped a bit deeper than your previous poem...
jim : )
