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G A P

The distance not far,
Yet lingering
And solitary
When I ride it out
Surrounded by
'Plugged-in'
Twice removed
Offspring
Staring into space.


Not part of
Their trance,
At journey's end
I spill out of the car
.

Ears briefly
Disengaged
From headsets,
The sphinxes
Voice their
Habitual farewell chant
About how lovely
It's been to see me
.
-
Could of course
Hop on a bus
Ever and anon,
Strike up a conversation
With another stranger
To today's plugged-ins
And feel more in
.


©Birgit Talmon
21/09/13

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VENI


Veni, Vidi, Vici

Yes, indeed
So it was
;

And you were
Mostly mine
Until an itch
Felt so enticing
That it anchored you
Under distant skies
.

Your absence,
An almost odd
Yet
Indispensable
Presence of you,
Pulls evermore at
The delicate mesh
Spun between us,
Tinted as it became
By a multitude
Of nuances
That still dazzles me
.

Had I only known
You were but on loan
.


©Birgit Talmon
07/09/13


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FIRST ENCOUNTER

I toss and turn on a bed
In my new
In-laws' household.

Finally wide awake
My sense of smell
Startles somewhat.

An alien whiff
That turns odder by the hour
Keeps me from dozing off again.

Could it come from
Their ailing
Babushka's room!

Winter-pale morning light
Sneaks through shutters
And there's clatter and voices.

I tiptoe down the corridor
And the smell grows stronger
As I approach the kitchen.

From the doorway I watch my man
Amidst his family, gathered round
A huge casserole, source of the whiff.


Baffled by the night's interpretation
I'm invited to my first encounter
With a Shabbat morning Cholent.


©Birgit Talmon

Dec./12

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A HINT OF A SMILE

Again last night,
Snug in her armchair
Legs crossed under the
Peach coloured nightgown,
Mum had me read aloud
From the weekend-papers
Because, as she said,
Her eyes were too tired.


Sipping her tea slowly
She browsed through
The papers and had me
Read the stuff I’d skipped.


It was getting late
And I was in a hurry
For our date
And mum knew.


Seeing the old ang
er
Rise in me
She quickly brought me
The hot chocolate
With a special flavor
I have come to li
ke.


With a hint of a smile
She watched me
Gulp down the treat
And get drowsier
With each mouthful.

On waking this morning
Mum and I
Were friends again
And you, I had let down
Once more.

-

Could it be!
Could she have - all this time?



©Birgit Talmon
Jan/14

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