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of memory.

The air was quiet. The snow tumbled forward like cold stars, like the universe bending over itself and scattering millions of years of debris across the naked land. The spring stems bent solemnly beneath the shower, prostrate, in final prayer. The summer gulls assumed the pose of stone, arching lovingly and tragically towards the cold sun. The autumn birch wept silently for the loss of the nudging earth, which finally grew still, as in death.

Death. The instant. The infinity. Perched between the cold tides of unrelenting winter, a forest of eyes stirs around me. Occupying the fragile space between my heat and the outward, expanding nothing.

It is 1939. A man touches my shoulder blade. His hand is heavy and hollow, like a thin rose shell, rocking its loving ocean for eternity. “Ashira l’adonai ki ga’oh ga’ah.” His voice wavers. His body seizes. His eyes burst blood. He crumples and does not rise. My mouth cannot contain the pressure of my scream. It utters merely one convulsion of breath. The flutter of an insect beneath the wash of night.

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Shortlisted for my College’s poetry award contest
Winter 2010
View the winning piece here

the weight may one day be too heavy.

“Ashira l’adonai ki ga’oh ga’ah”:
I will sing unto The Lord for He has triumphed gloriously.

Comments

  • Erika .
    Erika .almost 5 years ago

    oh you are brilliant… such an intense, emotive piece full of vivid imagery and description. x

  • silvercircles
    silvercirclesalmost 5 years ago

    I see every detail painted before my eyes in such detail, with such bold colors, and I feel like crying along with you at the end. Every word is woven with care into the tapestry, and it shows. A masterpiece, in my opinion!

  • ReefMania
    ReefManiaalmost 5 years ago

    you have a beautiful way with words dear!

  • boswell20
    boswell20almost 5 years ago

    powerful writing here…great job!

  • bowlofstars
    bowlofstarsalmost 5 years ago

    Your writing expresses such emotional depth. The subtle presentation of loss is mingled with powerful lingering images. I’ve read the totality of your work and I return again and again to each piece; finding it quite difficult to choose a favorite.

  • TheWanderingBoo
    TheWanderingBooover 3 years ago

    beautiful words, powerful and emotive

  • Matty B. Duran
    Matty B. Duranover 2 years ago

    Alondra, this is a gripping piece of poetry. I especially like what you wrote:
    Ashira l’adonai ki ga’oh ga’ah”:
    I will sing unto The Lord for He has triumphed gloriously.

    Beautiful, in a haunting and disturbing way. May God bless you Alondra. Thank-you for your poem called, “of memory.” Every word we offer, I feel we humanize the 6 million Jewish people who suffered, and not only they, but the gypsies, the homosexual, political prisoners, the Christians, and all who were murdered by The Third Reich. This poem blesses me.

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