I love poetry, but for some reason, when I try my hand at it, everything comes out so depressing, that one might cry.

Nevertheless, I am going to put it here for your critique. My little things are not really poetry, I wouldn’t dare call it that way, but just little try-outs. Torah, Jewishness, Israel are usually my subjects. So here it goes:

Dina:

He took me. They took revenge.

We are on the move again.

Who will ever ask me?

 

 

Rachel:

Half my life I was praying for children

Here’s my tiny sweet bundle, the second one

Why do I have to die NOW?

 

 

Only two of them I gave birth to

All of them are now my children

For eternity I am crying for them.

 

On Parshat Metzorah:

No matter how You are trying to hide them

Your sins will scream from the walls of your house

With bleeding windows

 

Pools of blood around mizbeach.

The blood is of a lamb, the guilt is yours.

Cry for forgiveness.

 

These are my little Haiku. Hopefully, sometime I will be able to write in a more cheerful tone.