Michal (Mitak) Mahgerefteh

  Poetry and Fine Art 

A Note to King David

    

I wear no crown

nor point a sword at another

   not even called one among the crowd

I just live by impressions inspired by your psalms

 

in my joyous haste

I slowly walk till bone-dull ache

   deeply feels the rush of countless thank yous

and blessings to the Almighty Power of Creation

 

someone must have noticed

as I wander among fig and olive

   hear my singing and fervent prattles

to sheep and goat seed and leaf

 

my wish is not being as you or God

or part of history that doesn’t arise as truth

   come peek at my sublunar world

dwell if you wish in my fertile imagination

 

find me on the fluttering wings of monarchs

gliding over the thick plateau of seasonal petal and twig

   dining on droplets of nectar from its trunk

skirting cumulus clouds over peaks mountain rock

 

I wear no crown

nor point a sword at another

   not even called one among the crowd

I just live by impressions inspired by your psalms

 


Published by New Vilna Magazine
(April 2011)