Some of my work has been published in Issue # 2 of Concrete Wolf, which is a journal of poetry published by Poets Unbound, a group I was a part of for a time. Some more of my work follows below.

More recent Poems

Water, healing, hope:
From which well
do these spring?

"Rise up, Oh Well!"
Well within me;
Well up, Oh Life,
Spring up, healing,
Rise up, hope.
Cumi, Ori:
Arise and shine.
For my light,
the light of binah
has finally dawned.

30 December, 2003

I am officially a happy camper!
I was typing this, and the most amazing thing happened:

Wishing clouds away,
Yearning to be free;

To fly, to leap, to dance,
Across the strains,
Above the melodies,
Whyrling my invocation:
"Sun!  Arise!  Awake!
Now is your time to smile;
Set loose these captive arms.
Unbind the feet
---WWWWWOWWW!! This is the best coincidence I've ever seen in my entire life!! :-) The sun just came out!!!
My poems tend to be very un-poem like, in that they aren't meant to start off as poems. They sometimes become that way, but they begin as a bombardment, generally, of fragments of verse, words that rush over me in a torrent. The only way I have found to stop the torrent, for a time, or to ease the anguish of feeling those words flying at me, is to write them down. Often they resolve themselves into coherent patterns which resemble poetry.

Some of them are fun, others are painful. All come out of my personal experience or imagination, which is different from other people's experiences, but coincides with some. My hope, in placing this work out here, is that some woman, or man, will see, feel, and heal, by reading what has come out of my own painful existence. I sincerely hope that others may find hope, and an easing of their own pain, as I have found hope and help from the work of others.

Much of this is a working through of what has recently (finally) begun to be a lessening of the intense pain I was feeling over the past year. If you have ever been suicidal, please, PLEASE, please talk to someone. It is so hard, but neccessary. Reach out and tell someone how you really feel. You are valuable and valued.

"Temptation" Real temptation, true vacilation torn and turning. The precipice beckons "I am here, come stand." What is the harm? Standing at the edge, the invitation flows; serene and peaceful the chasm reaches up... "Join me; float free. Fly on the tendrils of your pain, and your suffering will end; Join me, the merciful bottom. But the darkness is only the beginning. An illusion of peace, reckless mercy, without truth. Resist the call, We need you.

Toward Peace for All,

Shira Yael D.

"Perhaps can be better..." Why am I here? How do I help? Should I go on? Why am I here?
Where do I fit? Is this world better without me? "Perhaps" is better than "Yes" ...
Is beauty happiness? Do they differ? Which is the dull roar in the ear of the almighty? Which is the rose in Her eye?

I would like to thank and dedicate a poem (in progress, as is my life) to Suzanna, who taught a small spoiled child about the wonders of communicating with and learning from all different kinds of people...

Cantare`: A song. In Spanish (Espanol Castellano).

The City: A multi-part poem about living in the city, past and present.

For questions, constructive comments, a coffee date, etc,
email catalan_athens@yahoo.com

Toward Peace For All, Paz para todos,

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