suburbia

the horrible wind has brought us together
on the outskirts of a city clad in night

cloud boats racing over glaring skies
the moon stalking us all the way home -

gasping for air we wake into the sunday
drink coffee, read the papers in our big

bed - later we go out, walk the dog, chain
the sun to the tree, so it would not elope

the neighbor, hatefull man, cuts it free
again and again - we did not ask for this!

monday the car breaks down, we wait for
the bus - the dog would'nt stay home, - sit!

that horrible wind once threw us together
this light summer breeze will tear us apart.

by Nomi Ben-David

a man named Oded

this blog is dedicated to the man who showed me how much fun
it is to play with words, how much they can mean to us and to others
who might read them - being a preformer, he made language come
alive in a way that stayed with me forever.
he tought me not to take myself, nor my writing, too seriouly, so being
a "radical" teenager i solemnly destroyed all i wrote every year at my
birthday, as to start all over again the next year.
this seems to have done me a lot of good, - just left me very curious
to what it might have been i wrote as a 14 year old ...
i hope to bring poetry, in english and in dutch, to this blog and maybe some actualitys and thoughts.
as i could never say goodby, thank you Oded, for all your care and fun!

Metamorf

I thought my aching heart should mend,
so I put it in a box, with a moonray
and a star, - later, when I opened it
again, in it I found some feathers of
a sandbird and a diamond, black like a
ravens eye - I put the feathers in my
hair, and found that I could fly -
the hardest stone of all I'll keep, to
serve me as evidence on the day I die

by Nomi Ben-David