A symphonic poem / Poem by Chelly Abraham-Eitan (Israel)

Poem by Chelly Abraham-Eitan
 
 
A symphonic poem
 
Like leaves wet with dew
Poetry rustles
To and fro.
Moving the heart’s quill pen at dawn
Feeling the urgent labor pains
Placing the poem above time
Above the fashions of literary journals.
A sigh becomes a melody
A poem is a symphony
Moving directly
Towards your identity
Surprised
Unaware of a prophetic entity
Grasping the meaning of a scene
A poem is like a mirror of shadows
Lying in the future
Creating new tools
To fathom
Depths that are emerging.
 
A poem on the riverbanks of the heart
Lays down stones so that passersby
Can cross the surging river.

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