Welcome: If you have a moment, before exploring, please read the poem “His Blood,” my first published work. It was written during the First Lebanon War, and was printed right after the war in the literary supplement of the Israeli daily newspaper, On Guard.

His Blood
In the shadow of foreign groves, his body was chopped;
his image was lost amidst the smoke of an alien war.
Farewell, my son
In a struggle he wasn’t born to fight, his beauty was ruined;
his eyes were blinded by visions he wasn’t meant to see.
Farewell, my brother
Over burning fields and darkening dunes, his spirit hovered;
his soul towards different worlds ascended.
Farewell, my friend
Not violent he was, nor consumed by vengeance and hate.
He was just a lad.
His blood soaked a land not his.

The world is a “very narrow bridge,” the saying goes; so here’s another poem t
o smooth your way.

MY CHILDHOOD’S SEA
My childhood sustains me in my~~~
adulthood, and here’s why:
When I see a brown summer road,

crossing a field carpeted with green grass,
and bordered by a tall cypress grove;
I imagine a narrow white path trailing

away from it, leading down to a yellow sandy beach, beyond which lies only the wide blue sea.
My journey ends there, on the shore of my childhood’s sea,
where the waves recognize my small footprints;
where the breeze remembers my  innocent smile;
where the realm of my memories and dreams begins.

By Hillel F. Damron. To contact him, click here

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3 responses to “

  1. J Daniel Khazzoom

    Moadeem le Simhha, Hillel.

    I am writing from Israel to tell you that I appreciate your active involvement and your writing of the blog.

    Whether the audience agrees with you or not, the debate that your blog generates is very healthy. It is never bad to keep people thinking. There is a French saying which I remember from my days of childhood in l’Alliance Israelite Uuniverseille: “Du paradox jaillit l’etincelle” It is out of the conflicting ideas and discussions that spark gets to be borne — it is out of the conflict that the light gets to be born.

    Hazak oubaroukh Tih’yai.

    Hag Sameah
    Daniel

  2. Cutenesss

    Absolutely amazing!!

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