A Woven Stream
There was a time when my parsha essays were here in this blog and I got some regular comments. Now they're off on their own and are a bit lonely. This week's parsha essay has a strong personal component. Maybe try it.
I don't know why in my searching for Masei in past posts this came up. It's a rich one. And it's never too late to comment. It's also providential because without remembering that I'd ever posted about it I recently wrote a personal essay about Nachal Arugot versus the Kotel in my life.
Here are four haiku:
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Hard rain hits the ground
Splatters and splinters around
We are all ripples
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I want happiness
not like a bug in a rug
like a man in love
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INFP me
The inverse letters matter
Balance is key
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Flip flops were pool shoes
Back when jeans were dungarees
And Bob sang of change
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posted by rabbi neil fleischmann @ 11:53 AM
10 Comments:
"Flip flops were pool shoes
Back when jeans were dungarees
And Bob sang of change"
Flip flops are pool shoes
Jeans are still called dungarees
And Bob indeed changed
I had never heard anyone call jeans dungarees until I started working here and I heard one of my co-workers (who is in her 60's) call them that. I make a lot of fun of her for it good-natured teasing of course). She also calls the copy machine a photo-stat.
If you feel that your comments are shvach on Parsha Post why not post them here too? Or, at least link them...
RR - I'm right and you're also right. I generally do link to parsha post and sometimes paste it here. have this strong sense that people doing research on the parsha or otherwise use my Torah thoughts. Ideally that knowledge and nachas would suffice.
Shoshana - Thanks for sharing your dungaree encounter. Your comment brought these words to mind:
"Can you imagine old age? Of course you can't. I couldn't. I had no idea what it was like. Not even a false image - no image. And nobody wants anything else. Nobody wants to face any of this before he has to. How is it all going to turn out? Obtuseness is de rigueur." - Phillip Roth
Bob sang of change
Blew in the wind
I'll not write haiku like you
Too many words, right?
Therapydoc, thanks for the visit here, much appreciated. I don't always get it right, but I think that the best response to a comment on my blog by a fellow blogger is a visit to their blog and a comment - if I feel something real/positive to say.
I like short poems and I liked what you wrote. A haiku's line are 5-7-5 syllables so yours is (according to most but not all) not a haiku. But hu kares?
Bob sang of change
Blew in the wind
I'll not write haiku like you
I'm going to adapt it to a haiku because I liked what you wrote and like haiku and here comes one:
Dylan sang of change
Blew in the wind like the rest
I want the answer
And here's my take:
Singing about change
Feels good. Does nothing. Hot air,
Blowing in the wind.
Jeans Denim Tie-dyed
Pre-washed Levis Dungarees
Just a pair of pants.
Jeans
Tie-dyed
Designer
Jeans
Levis
Jordache
Jeans
Calvins
Nobody
comes
between
us
Hey
they're
just
pants
K - I like both versions of the jeans poem.
Thanks.
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