Lost Wings
Wings are gone.
The wings once flew to the moon.
The moon is an uncertain destination.
The moon lives inside every human.
Wings carry dreams to the moon.
Without the flight of wings, the moon will die.
We can find wings inside our own minds.
Without the flight of dream carried by wings, we will die too.
The moon will die in our mind first.
We cannot save the moon without the wings of dreams.
If you find at least one wing of a dream, you might save the moon.
Aviva Rahmani
Judith Mayer
It is an amazing time of all these readings of ideas.
It is long words going to great thinking timed.
It is good days for the moon counsel of heart and the heart.
It is not able to handle some of the things gone and keep them.
It is having wings carry dreams.
I love your works and would hold the ideas.
Ruth Hardinger
This is a very simple poem I wrote after I passed by the uncovered body of a suicidal man in Midtown Manhattan. The light and the silence on the block were striking. Very few people were present at the scene. An older lady and a man were holding hands, frozen like statues, staring at the corpse. The head was missing. Half an hour later I walked back on the same route. The authorities were finally there, and the woman was now crying hysterically next to the corner, all by herself. I hugged her, and I held her tight. I then wrote a very simple poem about a very heavy moment; so heavy that his wings broke, so heavy that her trust in hope was shattered. So heavy that I will never take anyone’s life for granted.
Nora Nostrand
April 7th, 2014
Manhattan NYC
Judith Mayer
Anthony Ramos
Michael Markham
Flag
Nylon
3x3 ft.
Taina Litwak
Ayaka Fujii
Leonard Yannielli
Sue Spaid and Marie Ekedahl
Lake Nässja sjön in Sweden
Lost: birds inhabiting Swedish farmlands