Wednesday, July 14, 2010

10 Haiku, 1 Tanka

If you like yourself
I ask you; please raise your hand -
for you, not for me

Ego deflated
A ball that was not played with,
pain of stages skipped

Others make us sad.
Is that really possible
Or is it just me?

"Think. Create. Record."
My Gibson journal's motto,
Good words to recall.

It's not you, it's me
I am easily shaken
Highly sensitive

Some things just don't change
And you can't expect them to
She is a smoker

Why Did G-d Create The Rainbow?

Give me some black and
give me some white, everything
then will be answered

Sad Person Spreads Joy
James Taylor seems kind of sad
almost any time

We each struggle with
the prospect of letting go,
in some kind of form.

Culture everywhere;
In a casino lobby
there's a museum.

Frank Sinatra sounds
like he'd rather be elsewhere
whenever he sings
I wonder what's the appeal;
the unattainable charm?


Anonymous Shira at Table Poetry said...

Wonderful poetry.
I wonder - does anyone really like themselves?
I'm not quite sure what you meant by 'culture everywhere; in a casino lobby there's a musuem'. But the verse hit me as a reminder of how today 'culture' is so commodofied, so commercial. In fact, I am no longer sure what 'culture' is at all.

July 16, 2010 at 4:53 AM  
Blogger rabbi neil fleischmann said...


I think we are biased toward ourselves and it can go in both directions.

That haiku was about my being at Foxwoods with my dad (HSLABW), walking around, reading, blogging and stumbling upon an exhibit which I spent a meaningful hour taking in:

July 16, 2010 at 9:51 AM  

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