“Loves” by Odelia Rozenfeld

Love is a story, a tale told by the old, sought by the young. A movie of millions of worshipers that can never really see it. Love is a song, the melody of wish birds, love can take you high, but what kind of love can make you fall? Love is passion of ten thousand…

Just that poor kid

Aftermath, 17 years ago, leftover trash piled at my door, all my clothes and all my things piled in empty bags that fill nothing. On a day I never forgot, they had changed my name, to “that poor kid”. Limping street to street with heavy bags, walking miles just to save one loaf of bread….

When the world forgets you

The mirror reflects only the half of you, your makeup peeled by thousands of tears, weary lines are gathered on your face, reflecting pain and disgrace, and still your shadows are hollow in the light, when the world forgets you. You ache, as knives puncture your body, ashes on the floor, for the fire is no more,…

Foolish heart leave me be

Foolish heart leave me be, to my dreams and my cries. I see the story and the hardship. Oh foolish heart, why do you live? As I die a slow death. Wondering, if I could… if I would… As tales are still told by grandparents, I still believe some of the myths, even though I…

I am soil, I am land.

My eyes the colour of the sea, my skin the colour of the earth, I am a savage. A garden of lost souls caught in their trap, I am unworthy of their mercy, I am a leftover . “Savage” they yell, with their white gleaming skin. They tear me inside, I am unworthy to be…

Broken apologies

  Your words are as full as empty bottles, a kaleidoscope of lies embracing each other to create your web of lies. You are mistaken, your words cut through skin. Such words never float in the sea, they sink into the deepest shadows. And now I am left with these broken apologies.   – Art…

Fossil of poetry

Starving mind how do I feed you, in a world of thought starvation?. My words find empty doors, while bullets seem to knock them down. Ashes of books seem to be stepping stones to electronic obsession whereas I pile my books on the shelf oh so neatly. Starving mind I feel you aching, as others…

Polish your heart

The wear and tear seem to shatter your heart, eating it from inside as it struggles to beat once more, life was once the solution, now the problem and it inflates to larger things your eyes find too big to declare. Yet all things soar in the wind and all boats continue to sail through…

Bare in soul

Bare in mind the heart is fragile, a frail petal that collapses with a single drop of water. Bare in soul your words can harm, as the fist of a boxer, and your judgment can deafen ears for eternity. Your crudeness is a sense of self-incompetence, you must erase from your halo. Your gathering of…

Widow souls

Widow souls of the sea, wander by life’s waves, they know the storm is about to arrive, but still it leaves them shocked, torn within they drown in their own tears, gasping for merciful air. Declined by the sun, they remain in the shadows, as their bleaking rays, ponder their aching souls, marbles of sand…

Ain’t no mountain high enough

As the wind blazes and the rain unsettles, I will go to you. Your heart is my trail, your love is my saviour, no matter the hail or snow, frost or sunlight, you are my lighthouse, in this dark ocean.   – Art and poetry © Odelia Rozenfeld Check out more of my art on…

My salvation

  Listening to their rigorous whispers calling me, the trees lift their branches so I can pass by, and the flowers blossom in my presence, they have a message to tell. We pass the forests of life as a ghost, unaware of it’s surroundings, closing our souls, losing the silent sounds. I want once more…