Itzhak Perlman

Writing

The Urban Poor and RA 7279

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Like a birdsong

Like a birdsong
you’re with the wind
on my brow
in this early morning light.

With the rustle of leaves
outside my memory’s door
I tiptoe like a child
to keep you one moment more

or I will sulk
in the roofless corner
of my fears
forever wishing I was a forest.

Copyright ©2007 Francia Canicula Clavecillas

Listening

Listening

Do not let loose
your barking dogs
as I clamber
the winding stairway
to your door.

I am a naked body
of a word
a child from the rain
bringing you wild flowers.

Copyright ©2007 Francia Canicula Clavecillas

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Webshots Inlining Photo

Webshots Inlining Photo

A teardrop forming into words

This is an old poem I wrote in Cambodia after visiting the Genocide Museum.


Genocide Museum
(Cambodia)
January 1999

This was a garrison
at the time of Pol Pot,
a period beyond tears,
you said.

I could almost touch
the mound in your chest
as you took me
to every relic

that traced the scenes
of mothers weeping
as soldiers thrust
their babies into the air.

I felt trapped
by one passing torment
afflicting people
who choose to remember

as I watched the blank stares
of young people
almost leaping
from the photographs.

As you led me outside
to buy tourist items
men who lost a leg
or an arm
was a common sight.

I have full arms
but I’ve lost
my own hands
watching war victims
beg from strangers.

Note: To have a bird's eye view of the Genocide Museum, a link from AlHamdouni5j photographs on the web is "web photo inlined" above the poem. Thanks to AlHamdouni5j for allowing people to have a link to his photos.

My Writer's Notebook

Memory is the writer's source of power. The card of a traditional Dutch orchid in this page is this writer's symbol of memory.