Yom Hashoah
May. 5th, 2005 06:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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summer turns to fall
you may not acknowledge it --
no New Year for you.
The sins of hurtfulness, pride, inconsiderateness, are washed from you
by the prayers of others;
you are mute.
(the tramp tramp tramp of feet haunt your dreams
The soft slippered step sounds dire as the boot)
some day, distant day
you will hear shalom alechem
and be able to say, in return, alechem shalom.
© 2005 Laura Anne Gilman
(from a title suggested by a post on sff.net, and written in immediate reaction. It began as haiku but developed a mind [and structure] of its own. I suspect this is only the tip of the poem, but not sure where it will take me, yet...)
summer turns to fall
you may not acknowledge it --
no New Year for you.
The sins of hurtfulness, pride, inconsiderateness, are washed from you
by the prayers of others;
you are mute.
(the tramp tramp tramp of feet haunt your dreams
The soft slippered step sounds dire as the boot)
some day, distant day
you will hear shalom alechem
and be able to say, in return, alechem shalom.
© 2005 Laura Anne Gilman
(from a title suggested by a post on sff.net, and written in immediate reaction. It began as haiku but developed a mind [and structure] of its own. I suspect this is only the tip of the poem, but not sure where it will take me, yet...)
