I was given an assignment in a Hebrew class years ago to write an essay about the topic of nostalgia. Feeling slightly rebellious I decided to bend the rules a little and write a poem instead. I don’t have the Hebrew original in my possession anymore but from memory and with a little bit of effort I’ve fleshed out a new revised English version. Feel free to give it a read and think whatever you will. I don’t claim to be a good poet. For me this was simply an opportunity to meditate, to ponder an idea, to imagine, to answer some questions in my own way. <\/p>\n
Nostalgia<\/b><\/p>\n
Suddenly me
\nI am small
\nFloating in warm darkness
\nAttached to a wall
\nI grow and grow and grow and grow
\nGently now I am enclosed
\nStretching
\nFolding
\nI kick the wall …
\nStretching
\nFolding
\nI kick the wall …
\nOn and on time flows
\nBut then,
\nAbruptly squeezing pushing shoving pulling squeezing pushing shoving pulling
\nOut
\nFirst light
\nFirst dry
\nI holler<\/p><\/blockquote>\nNow that I’ve shared my attempt at poetry, I’d like to make an odd request. Many if not all of you have written a poems before. Would you share with T&S and its readers a poem that you have written? If the word “amateur” in the title of this post offends you, ignore it. Obviously it was referring to me.<\/p>\n