05-16-2014, 04:03 PM
Hi!
I wrote this for Purim 2013. More spiritual angst.
Twisting, contorting as we try to force it
and stuff ourselves in life's corset,
playing a thousand roles with nary a fuss
leading, supporting, but never us.
No more maddening scheme could be devised,
on display, in the open, yet disguised,
as we slog along, not dance, not hike
being who we must, not who we'd like.
But comes Purim and the briefest chance
to offer the world, and ourselves, a fleeting glance
of who we are, in garb and mask.
Dare we now take up the task?
To hide? Without, perhaps.
But inside something deeper taps.
The mask offers yet a glimpse
of what routine routinely crimps.
Under cloak of a Purimspiel
take a dare, be brave, be real!
Choose a mask but if you do,
know that the mask might unmask you.
Nu?
nb
I wrote this for Purim 2013. More spiritual angst.
Twisting, contorting as we try to force it
and stuff ourselves in life's corset,
playing a thousand roles with nary a fuss
leading, supporting, but never us.
No more maddening scheme could be devised,
on display, in the open, yet disguised,
as we slog along, not dance, not hike
being who we must, not who we'd like.
But comes Purim and the briefest chance
to offer the world, and ourselves, a fleeting glance
of who we are, in garb and mask.
Dare we now take up the task?
To hide? Without, perhaps.
But inside something deeper taps.
The mask offers yet a glimpse
of what routine routinely crimps.
Under cloak of a Purimspiel
take a dare, be brave, be real!
Choose a mask but if you do,
know that the mask might unmask you.
Nu?
nb