Nomi Shira

Category: Poetry

  • A Careless Dream

    Sometimes my mind cares to create a crystal image, alight with a sparkle, where one resides in a light filled world, a field of the greenest grass underneath my feet, where I could let myself relax, run free among the daises –     yellow dots of sunshine scattered across the…

  • To Suppress

    In fury I attempted to squelch the raging red flame outlined against black sky, only to realize I was throwing neatly cut planks into the fire itself. I tried to capture the smoke in that big black sky with my small glass bottle, until I was holding two jagged pieces…

  • To Forgive

    A beautiful picture, that man can transcend.    Turn the fire of his hell into the Garden of Eden That he can grasp the blade of betrayal from his back, Rise, twist his broken body off the ground, clutching a bloody blade, And stretch his bloodstained arm out to offer his…

  • Yom Yerushalayim

    A heartfelt rejoicing, for we can come home!  A joy that bursts out of the borders of my heart, My limbs pulled to dance from outside, The Center of all the World, the Meeting Place of Heaven and Earth, An exquisite beauty; Light bursts forth when I endeavor to describe, …

  • Fire

    Blue clashes with red Wrapped in the earth; it singed the blue sky, Sparks fly apart, only to disappear seconds later  Bends to the winds – yet at first chance, will straighten –  Fire. Strongest where the flames bond, Gaining power through what is given Its enemies merely crumbled to…

  • They Didn’t Ask

    Written after Hamas attacked Israel on October 7th, 2023 Hitler didn’t ask if I wore a denim skirt. Hitler didn’t ask if I kept Shabbos, Hitler didn’t ask if I wore a white shirt. Hitler didn’t ask what brand my shoes are, Hitler didn’t ask if I got a new…

  • Truth Stands For Itself

    האמתעד לעצמו Written after the October 7th massacre in Israel. Edited at a later date. In our bloody, mangled hands we will hold, Dirtied faces from the on ground battles will support,  Streaked with liquid agony, new pain lines forming, we will lift our faces to it,  Stands forth from…

  • Death Be Not Proud

    Title and inspiration taken from poem ‘Death Be Not Proud’ by John Donne Death, be not proud, I have arrived at your door, Although I do not knock, My smile is triumphant. I have walked the road of life,  Seen seasons change on my journey, Spring, summer, winter, fall, I…