Shalom Freedman Poems

The poem of the morning
Is the unending joy of music
The life that only it gives
The happiness without question
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Maybe the time has come
To just want to live
To forget about the writing and the name and the recognition and thegreatness
To write not for publication and not for posting
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It does not matter
I know will never be someone
In the world of literature
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A POEM IS A METAPHOR/ ISN’T IT?

A poem is a metaphor
Isn’t it?
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I GO ON AND ON

I go on and on
And I will go on and on
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A POEM WAITS IN ME

A poem waits in me
I feel it
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Like the galaxies
The world is moving away from me
I struggle to retain my place
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Why should God care for me?
I am one of billions of humans on this earth
And many billions more no longer alive
And these numbers too are small
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I cannot help being so old as I am
And feeling so lonely and lost
Missing so much so much of the time
Feeling too much of my world has gone
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The language of poetry is metaphor
And irony and ambiguity
And beauty-
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