A beautiful couple.
Fun adventures.
Sad times.
Good memories.
Unhappy losses.
New house.
Children.
Grandchildren.
Parties.
Funerals.
Happy together in life.
Happy together in death.
A beautiful couple.
Fun adventures.
Sad times.
Good memories.
Unhappy losses.
New house.
Children.
Grandchildren.
Parties.
Funerals.
Happy together in life.
Happy together in death.
THE STAIRCASE
I close my eyes to sleep,
and what do I see?
The stairs from my
elementary school.
I hear children’s voices
as they dash to their classes.
I hear their shouts
as they run to the basement for lunch.
I can’t see their faces
but only hear their voices.
All I can see is the empty staircase,
the lone echo of my childhood.
THE STAIRCASE
I close my eyes to sleep,
and what do I see?
The staircase from my past.
The stairs from my
elementary school.
I can hear voices
as the children run up the stairs.
to their classes.
I can hear their shouts
as they run down
to the basement for lunch.
I can’t see their faces.
I only hear their voices.
All I can see is the empty staircase.
The lone echo of my childhood.
A hot ball of yellow
sets over a palette
of grey and blue.
Cries of laughter float
through a park of green
dotted with bushes of red.
Rainbow-colored homes
behind white picket fences
hold hands in the waning light.
A perfect place.
For daydreaming.
For wishes.
For The Dead.
THE DEAD GAME
A beautiful couple.
So happy together.
Fun times.
Sad times.
Good memories.
Unhappy losses.
New house.
Children.
Grandchildren.
Parties.
Funerals.
So happy together in life.
So happy together in death.
The carnival calls to me.
Sounds of laughter
float to me in the distance.
I want to be there.
I want to be a child again
for one afternoon.
Go back in time when
life was enjoyed to its fullest.
I will dip my toes in the sand
and run to the carnival.
I will buy cotton candy and
eat it with sticky fingers.
I will ride the ferris wheel
until I am dizzy from the height.
Children are running to the rides.
I am one of them.
For this afternoon,
I am one of them.
I close my eyes to sleep,
and what do I see?
The staircase from my past.
The stairs from my
elementary school.
I can hear children’s voices
as they run up the stairs to classes.
I can hear their shouts
as they run down to the basement for lunch.
But I can’t see their faces.
I can only hear their voices.
All I can see is the empty staircase.
A lone echo of my childhood.
CNV00025 Thames footpath (by jim sedgley)
WHERE ARE ALL THE PEOPLE?
There were people here.
Women pushing strollers.
Joggers flying by.
Tourists with cameras.
Where did they go?
Take a peek inside.
Inside the tunnel.
You’ll find them all.
Lined up like packages.
Happy Birthday!
I would like to present a 5 star review of Uvi Poznansky’s new book, Jess and Wiggle. Uvi is a talented author and artist. Her words flow like water in a bubbling stream.
Uvi Poznansky wears a coat of many colors. Originally from Israel where she studied Architecture and Town Planning then moving to the US where she studied Computer Science and became an expert in Software Engineering, Poznansky managed to combine the design elements of two studies into unique formats. And she has accomplished the same with the other side of her brain – making visual her ideas (she is an accomplished painter, drawer, and sculptor who has enjoyed exhibitions both in Israel and in California, her present base) and making words in poetry and in short stories and children’s books.
JESS AND WIGGLE is one of her newest and freshest books yet. More concerned with the visual than the story Uvi provides all the illustrations for this delightful little rhyming tale – richly colored hand made collages as well as paintings adorn these beautiful and fanciful pages.
The story concerns young Jess who rarely smiles and never laughs until she encounters Wiggle, a ribbon like creature with whom she interacts In myriad ways in a test of who will laugh. Of course the winner is the recalcitrant Jess, but it is the artistic fun things she does with Wiggle that make the reader laugh way before Jess gives in!
This is another treasure form Uvi Poznansky – a perfect entertainment and lesson for children and adults alike. Grady Harp, August 15