Yinon Yahel – Three Poems

Gathering the Truth

 

That very girl

In whose eyes

You could drown

If you could just

Hold her gaze aloft

For a second or two

 

Truly, six lines

As embracing

As the peril.

 

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The hand will ever remain rebellious

The brain – cold detached and repulsive

 

The unpleasant odor

The increasingly relentless reality

 

And not your fancy

 

And so, at long last – the long awaited

Realization

Finally awakened

 

Some conclusions are perhaps an action

And maybe a tiny – mini achievement.

 

A  Great Man in the Making

 

And I didn’t have

Even a moment

Of that

Wondrous/carefree and easygoing spectacular experience

Called:

YOUTH

 

Born old and wise and unwanted

Yet forever fresh in spirit

 

Always on the watch

Ready to serve

Slow to learn

Ever eager to please

Sometimes easy to fret on

 

All in all:

A great man

On the move and

In the making.