Eli Spivakovsky

Eli Spivakovsky Poems

1. Celestial Flower 6/30/2016
2. Underwater Ballerina 6/30/2016
3. Comrade Laika 6/30/2016
4. The Receiver 7/31/2016
5. Jeremie - A Jerusalem Love Story 8/6/2016
6. The Colour Mafia 8/31/2016
7. You Can't Drown In Snow 9/9/2016
8. Proof Of God 10/27/2016
9. Shifting Boats Crumble 11/1/2016
10. Hannukah Haiku 11/1/2016
11. Child Prodigy 11/1/2016
12. Dark Black Cherry Blossom 11/1/2016
13. The Astronaut's Dream 11/1/2016
14. Asian Android In Digital Snow 11/1/2016
15. 7th Floor Angels 11/1/2016
16. D 12/3/2016
17. Call For Help 12/15/2016
18. The Garden 12/15/2016
19. Interior Stars 12/21/2016
20. Mezuzah Haiku 12/25/2016
21. Edward Snowden Is In Love 12/25/2016
22. Corps Of Wet Doves 6/10/2013
23. Dragan Sakura! 1/2/2017
24. Calculation Of Gold 1/5/2017
25. Mermaid In A Wheelchair 1/18/2017
26. It Snows On The Mermaid 1/18/2017
27. The 6 Million Are Doing Fine 1/28/2017
28. Leda And The Swan - My Take On The Myth 2/1/2017
29. Multiples Of 11 2/3/2017
30. Troubadour-Conquistador - A Fairy Tale 2/4/2017
31. O I Searched For A Hidden Saint -new- 2/15/2017
32. The Royal Jelly Of Jerusalem 1/10/2017
33. Space Haiku 1/17/2017
34. Lushenko The World's Greatest Ice-Skater (A Poem About Doping) 10/20/2015
35. Banners 12/25/2016
36. Requiem For My Sister 1/10/2017
Best Poem of Eli Spivakovsky

Requiem For My Sister

I can't say you were covered in flowers because that's not the Jewish way, we cover the grave in stones.
I remember when you showed me the shape of a bird under your eye, it looked like a flying swallow, but so tiny, it could be mistaken as a freckle.
You also showed me your short life-line. 'Look, see? ' you asked, showing me your palm, and it was indeed short....
How are your bones decaying, o beautiful one?
So pretty, you'd inherited the helix for that.
I remember how you left home when we were kids, how you turned the street corner and I running after you, imploring you ...

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Corps Of Wet Doves

In the sun, the down on birds is luminous,
In the daisyfields, parachutes capture the glow of summer like papillion nets breathing oxygen and light.
Falling to earth, resuscitated by a strong breeze,
they flutter in their whitest silk like
an over-bloomed lily and call for more breeze
later still like
a late-blooming frangipani.

They are bridal canopies becoming sacronsanct

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