2006 - Ilana Slomowitz

BLINDNESS AND LIGHT
By Ilana Slomowitz

Blindness and light meet
Colours of confused clarity
Holding the void in its fragility
While touching nothingness
As the illusions becomes reality
Blindness and light meet
The solid the stable and the concrete
The guaranteed, the dependable and the predictable
The desire for a magic formula that works
Like ever changing quicksilver
Through fingers it slips away
Transforming shapes and textures
Darting here and there
Never to stay
In an explosion of resistance with nagging persistence
That tares at my gut and gets in the way
Denial and struggle together greet
Colours of confused clarity as
Blindness and light meet

FREE FALL
By Ilana Slomowitz

Stretch out your hand , meet your soul,

Questions, Passionately, Fearless,

Without fancy invitation

Poems grow, of this expansive mother earth.

Indulge, interpret, ever listening,

To the burst of spiritual re-birth

The marriage with God grows with high frequency.

The insight of a stranger’s intuition

Is caught in silence to urge the old

Throughout time to taste both love and war.

No time to waste.

Names crowding sleep trimmed and wrapped,

Are living here their dreams so deep, yet trapped.

TOUCHING THE EARTH
By Ilana Slomowitz

Touch the earth inside my being
Hands deep in clay
Take it, hold it mould it
In the clay I play

Hands deep in clay
Wafting clouds
like chiffon scarves
In the clay I play

Solid ground beneath my feet
like chiffon scarves
Wafting clouds
Fading out of sight

Touch the earth inside my being
Take it, hold it mould it
Solid ground beneath my feet
Fading out of sight