Esther Racah Writer & Literary Blogger

Category: Poetry

Poetry is one of my passions. In my blog, I will publish poems which I wrote. Hence I opened a separate category for poetry.  

During the years, I’ve read Italian, English, American, and French poems because, during my childhood, I learned those three languages. Only recently, I started writing poetry which I never wanted to publish. I believe that it is very personal to publish them. 

Although I’m a physicist, I started to read poetry during high school, mainly in Italian and English. Only home I was reading French books. Indeed, the French language and literature were not in my school program.

Writing poetry is one of the most intimate ways to express feelings and moods. Time to time, I will publish poems. 

  • The Antique Door

    The Antique Door

    The Antique Door

    An antique door was standing in an abandoned castle
    Surrounded by ancient and luxurious vestiges
    While the seasons were dancing alternatively
    This antique door was imperturbable
    With its shy cracks and golden garnishes
    It was standing quietly
    Unaware of the weather’s changes
    Careless about the sun and moon
    Unaffected by the days and nights
    Its imperfections were like embroideries
    This relic was a luscious memory
    The memory of a period that was lost
    Light and dusk were creating beautiful artworks
    Like artists painting on a canvas
    Each day there was a different drawing
    Different attitudes depict the soul with different colours
    The soul is an artwork
    A blank canvas which is ready to be painted
    A painting sometimes may have some crack and imperfection
    Nevertheless, imperfections are beautiful artful conceptions.
    Esther Racah

  • The Abyss Of Memories

    The Abyss Of Memories

    The Abyss Of Memories

    Into the abyss of memories
    I lie inert and motionless
    Here no light can find a place
    Because the darkness is overwhelming
    The frail remembrances of a dusty past
    A past which is a museum of frightening and exquisite paintings
    Each of them portrays a different life instant
    And I lie in this abstract place
    A surrealistic chasm that keeps me captive
    Hoping to find freedom from the abyss of memories
    I laugh and cry
    It doesn’t matter anymore what is real
    Reality seems an illusion of my perceptions
    In the end, I wonder what is illusory and what is real.
    Esther Racah

  • Absolute Silence

    Absolute Silence

    Absolute Silence

    My mind is blank
    My emotions are frozen
    And I remain motionless
    Until the moment I can enjoy the absolute silence
    I don’t need anymore to express myself with words
    Every memory disappears
    And I find myself in a state of peaceful bliss
    I can enjoy the absolute silence
    With no pains and no fears
    No sounds can be perceived
    Now that this bliss seems to be endless
    I don’t feel any disquiet.
    Esther Racah

  • Poetry

    Poetry

    Poetry

    My poetry is what makes me feel alive
    I’m my own poetry
    A ridiculous assemblage of floating words
    Words that meet and embrace each other
    In a vortex of feelings
    Feelings that are expressionlessly shapeless and unworthy
    I close myself into this microcosm to survive
    To survive all the tragedies which overrun this world
    And I cannot stop to tremble and be afraid of this society
    A society that is made of hypocrisy
    So I feel calm inside my sandcastle, waiting for a change
    A change which is arduous to happen
    I wander happily into the forest of my thoughts
    And I surrender to the harmony of my passions
    My emotions are like musical notes
    They gather together to create a musical score
    A musical score which is made of perceptions
    I’m overwhelmed by my emotions
    Feelings that keep hiding inside myself
    Sadness and melancholy swirl around me like soft feathers
    And they don’t leave me alone
    Now that I abandon my rationality, embracing my sensibility.
    Esther Racah

  • I Can Be Everything I Want

    I Can Be Everything I Want

    I Can Be Everything I Want

    I can be everything I want
    I can be nothing at all
    I want to believe in illusions
    I lose control of my mind like in a dream
    Beyond the bounds of the time
    I can float free in a chaotic ocean
    The waves of a sea which is made of dreams
    The dreams which follow me eternally
    Even in the most profound desolation
    Invisible as I am
    Invisible as I feel to be
    My voice is like the sound of a tiny raindrop
    Falling into the deep and dark ocean
    Nothing matters to me anymore
    My thoughts and my words are insignificant
    Thoughts that cause me to get lost
    I can be everywhere I want
    I can be nowhere at all
    But only in my dreams
    Where I can finally be myself
    Anyone else but me can witness this illusion
    My illusion which I call a dream
    And which allows me to survive.
    Esther Racah

  • A Silent Storm

    A Silent Storm

    A Silent Storm

    A silent storm was brewing 
    I could not remember well
    Since I was dizzy
    It happened to be in a night
    The silence was adorning my room
    And I could hear the sounds of a storm
    Faraway in a non-physical place
    I couldn’t see lightning bolts
    However, I could listen to the thunder
    All that I could sense was my perturbed soul
    So full of dark presages and emotions
    This silent storm was dark and gloomy
    It took possession of me
    I couldn’t describe its intensity
    Since my mind was dazed because of the despair
    Prisoner of my emotions
    I couldn’t say more than I’m writing now
    Sensations blended in a daunting turmoil
    With the impression and fear
    To be swallowed up by a deep and endless sinkhole
    Waiting for a peaceful haven
    I was going to be powerless as a leaf on the wind.
    Esther Racah

  • Hopeless

    Hopeless

    Hopeless

    Hopeless as I feel
    I perceive the emptiness of the dreams I didn’t realise
    Because it was arduous to believe in them
    Hence I have nothing to say but spare written words
    Words that keep me alive and conscious
    Nothing else is worthy of consideration
    Nothing else is worthy of belief
    Indeed every trust and hope is gone
    And I live a lifeless existence made of aborted dreams
    Dreams which are never going to be born
    It is too complicated to achieve something in this life
    It is too arduous to carry this burden alone
    Pleasures are just an illusion of the mind
    There are only sorrow and exhaustion
    I am senseless and apathetic
    Being surrounded by books and scattered notes
    As I realise my inner silence
    I can only succumb to the heaviness of their countless words
    There is a lot to discover in ourselves
    It is up to us to seek our inner peace and happiness
    Many reasons give us the life we own
    Few reasons can be intelligible
    Since most of them are inexplicable
    Although sometimes I feel hopeless, I rejoice in it
    Indeed, I wouldn’t exist without my crushed dreams.
    Esther Racah

  • Anymore

    Anymore

    Anymore

    I feel discontented
    My soul wanders
    Being aimless in every attempt to pretend a form of happiness
    It is too ambitious to aspire for a serenity that got lost
    Now and forever, the pains blend with all kinds of feelings
    And writing is the only way to survive
    Living in the poetry rhymes
    Not human anymore
    Not corporeal anymore
    In this process, no physical sense takes part
    The time stopped to breath
    Day and night are melt
    And the sun plays with the moon in the dizzy sky
    My eyes are open, and I gasp, holding my breath
    My feelings are frozen
    I cannot perceive any physical sensation
    My mind is in confinement
    And my only liberty dwells in my silent words
    Scattered like water drops on a meadow
    My lyrics are free to fly away from the absurdity of this physical world.
    Esther Racah

  • Torments

    Torments

    Torments

    Torments are everywhere
    Whenever I’m aware of my existence
    I lose my mind becoming unconscious
    Trapped in obnubilate nightmares
    Wrapped up in a dark mist of dreams
    No one can relieve my pains
    No one can rescue me from this endless struggle
    Besotted with intoxicating visions
    Falling into the darkest delusions
    The most intense passions are mere deceptions
    I decide to abscond to another reality that is waiting for me
    This time there are no torments
    Vanities and illusions fade away like evanescent clouds
    I’m more dazed than ever
    And suddenly, the dark space around me glows
    Astonished at the sight of silky gold wallpapers
    Sparkling mirrors and exquisite antique artworks
    Being the floor covered with embroidered velvet carpets
    In front of me, a majestic and shiny staircase lit up
    Once at the top, I found myself at a marble terrace
    There I could admire the most magnificent moon I’ve ever seen in my life
    This spectacle moved me to tears
    It was like a dainty painting
    My emotions could not refrain from blossoming
    And I could only be bewitched by the beauty surrounding me
    But on the spur of the moment, a terrible feeling of oppression arose
    And all my torments greeted me     ceremoniously
    They became nightmares which surmounted me unmercifully
    Bare branches of a tree obscured the brightness of the moon
    And I returned to my ancestral torments.
    Esther Racah

  • Somewhere

    Somewhere

    Somewhere

    Somewhere in my phantasy
    I remembered to be in a garden
    There were flowers of all kinds and colours
    I felt disoriented, and I thoroughly enjoyed it
    My thoughts and worries faded away
    My mind was a labyrinth of emotions
    Memories vanished, and I supposed to be born again
    Suddenly I found myself near a fountain
    The golden decorations and the alabaster statues were sparkling
    In the deepest night, the full moon woke up brighter than ever
    The moonlight was reflecting on the water mirror
    The moonlight brightened up all the garden
    And suddenly, I couldn’t talk nor hear
    My only sense was my sight
    Little by little, my body became motionless
    And I turned into a golden statue decorating the fountain
    I still could admire the allure of the garden
    A secret garden where I could find refuge
    And I remained there till eternity
    Somewhere in my dreams
    I remembered a magic garden where the moonlight lit up the night
    And it was so shining that all the flowers were blooming
    The darkest night became the brightest one
    And the time wouldn’t be able to accomplish its intent
    Because that garden was timeless and unreachable
    My hidden garden somewhere and nowhere.
    Esther Racah