Wednesday, September 5, 2018

The Ground

Dirty holy grey squares
Of concrete line the endless
Winding streets
Covered and crying
For the stress of people on their face 

Is too great to bear
But they remain strong
Holding hands together
Prepared for new waves of immigrants 

To topple their cemented reality
Oh! To be a stone slab
Supporting the etherial gates of Zion 

And to lay against them
Protected from the stampedes
Of passersby.

Weekly Poems by Max Bleich

Hello, dearest reader.

I am known for writing many things. I have written extensively about Judaism, some of which is published (see my Times of Israel Page), I have written on politics, and I have written a good deal about technology. You may notice that writings from 2010 until 2016 focusing on consumer electronics are no more. I realized that I had removed nearly 250 posts that were written during this time. Some pieces were really solid. Others left something to be desired. All were passionate.

As I work toward a new direction, namely my career as a writer, I have decided to release on this website one new poem every week. Some will be fun and others (many others) are dark and personal.

I hope you enjoy my poetry. The first submission is uploaded and ready.

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B'shalom (in peace),

Max Bleich