Holy crap, I've actually been writing lately! So here goes one of the poems I wrote.
A Still Life In Color
If you walk slowly enough
at the right time
of day
dusk and dawn are best--
usually
through the cramped, tiny
streets of Old Jerusalem
The City will play tricks on you
As the first, or last--depending
rays of sunlight
hit the buildings of old, Jerusalem
stone
bathing it in radiant light
the stones glow
washing the city in a
glorious golden-red hue
And if you stop and watch
or walk slowly enough
as you pass the old Arab market
or cross over the Via Dolorossa
or Pass under the arch of the ancient
Hurva Synagoge on your way to
David's Tower
And then onto the Kotel
The Western Wall
pr perhaps the New City and
Emek Refaim
Your eyes might trick you into thinking
that you are
witnessing not real life
but instead
a majestic
Still Life in Color
