My mother would say
about late nights like this one,
"You should go to bed,''
Though she herself couldn't sleep,
she wanted better for me.

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Dangling in the wind

is the way a flower feels.

Uncertain moments,

yet the flower still has roots.

And yes the flower is strong.

Written on April 7, 2009.

What you did today?
Almost any answer bests
“I wrote a poem”
At least that is true for most
The others? Send them my way.

Perhaps tonight I will feel redeemed
Every Jew went out of Mitzrayim, including me
So there's hope to escape my metzarim
All holy beginnings start with a spark of faith
Children will find and return the redemption
Here and now salvation, a blink of G-d's eye

written 2011

Even in whispers
there are things we don't want said,
And yet, they are said
Specifically in whispers,
while G-d eavesdrops from above

March 8, 2017

 

Neil Fleischmann February 20, 2012

I am ravenous,
not for food but for life,
not for any life, for eternal life,
not any eternal life, but for children
who will have a better life than me.