Herewith
a phrase or two
exploding you
o bladder of pomposity,
...
I am the imposter
within the poet
imposing on your innermost
tweaking at your heartstrings
...
The wind is whirling the gulls
over a white-capped sea
here, where Pacific ends
...
Barchash are little Levantine bugs
Flies most unlovable
Nobody can think of any good
ever coming from a
...
Shall my words
stretched thin across the page
ever shimmer
with living opalescence
...
Time sits on my shoulder
implacable
Time looks at me in the mirror
...
Tom Berman: I have been a member of Kibbutz Amiad in the Upper Galilee, Israel for over 50 years. I am a scientist (aquatic microbiology) and most of my research has been focused on the Sea of Galilee (known here as Lake Kinneret) . I grew up and attended school in Glasgow, Scotland having arrived there aged 5 from Czechoslovakia with the Kindertransport in 1939. Further education was in the U.S. at Rutgers University and at M.I.T. I am married with one wife, three daughters, six granddaughters and a grandson. Most of my publications to date have been scientific but now and again I have had a poem appear in press or on the Web (Ariel, Voices Israel Anthology, Full Circle, Voices from Israel, Travelling (Tom Howard Antology): Poetry Webring Review, Ariga, Poeticdiversity, Poetry Super Highway, SubtleTea, The Coffee Press Journal, The Poetry Victims and elsewhere) . Amazon.com are still trying to dispose of my first book of poems (Shards, a Handful of Verse) . Presently, I am Editor in Chief of the annual Voices Israel Anthology.)
Storks
at dusk
a stork speckled sky
storks are flying
to the northlands
as their generations
have taught them
they are flying
to the northlands
where hope
and old nests await
light fades
as silk
to evening
smooth sleek gliders
homing to the darkling woods
where secrets sleep
with the storks.