My heart goes out to all those affected by today’s tragedy in Boston.
Break Up
God and I have
broken up. It was
an amicable good
-bye: a few tears, a
firm hug, then a
parting as North parts
from South.
If I should see
Him again in
a sunrise or at
a party, it shouldn’t
be too bad. After
all, it wasn’t
Him, it was me.
- Ross Cohen, 2013
Ghazal #2
When will I see a
thousand rising suns?
Will the battle waged
rage with words or guns?
Can little cosmos
tumble off our tongues?
Have these sleepless lusts
tipped my Karmic funds?
Must I still strive to
mend what death undoes?
Do shadows even matter
under a thousand rising suns?
- R. Cohen 2013
(Source: occasionallyposted)
The Hero’s encounter with the Dead has often held my imagination. I’m always open to comments, criticisms, and congratulations.
