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. 

  • Blue Sadness

    Blue Sadness

    Blue Sadness

    Blue sadness is in the delicate scent and subtle aroma of candied violets
    It is in the dusk of the autumnal season when the foliage descends in the form of soft auburn rain
    The sweetness of beautiful memories intertwines the bitterness of squalid flashbacks
    A deafening silence surrounds the coldness of ruthless instants
    When the past is well aware of its resolute grip in the mind
    The relentless routine of nightmares is eager and impressive
    The constant turmoil of visions and thoughts besets the aimless and powerless soul
    Wandering in the lost patterns of the deprivation of rationality
    Once it is not essential anymore to disclose merits
    No award can replace the ethereal virtues
    A cruel corruption tames the innocence of the unconsciousness
    Blue sadness unveils the enchantment of the dreams
    Dreaming is the only anchor which saves the fragility of the innocence
    The soul navigates through the imperils of this existence
    Like a tiny and frail vessel in a stormy ocean
    And so the restless turmoil of the emotions and ideas can refrain forever
    In the sacred relics of an honoured devotion to a buried past
    Blue sadness will always be an unexpected twist in a secret treasure chest.
    Esther Racah

  • The Night

    The Night

    The Night

    As the night inherits the sky and the earth from the day
    The stars gleam, brightening the obscurity of the sky
    A thick mist covers forests and gardens, caressing flowers and leaves
    Dark green tints tinge forest trees and meadows
    The misty moon overlooks the bluish-purple landscape
    The silence reigns supreme among the softness of the blooming flowers
    The beauty of nature and the purity of the blossoms are daunting
    The dark blue sky is dotted with glinting stars
    Shards of previous sensations and glimpses of ephemeral happiness crowd into my mind
    A calm and deafening silence pervades the tenebrous darkness
    The reflection of the moon shines on the silvery surface of lakes and rivers
    The obliviousness of the night blends with the mysterious bewilderment of sublimity
    Beauty lies in the concealment of secrets.
    Esther Racah

  • Hypothetical Dreams

    Hypothetical Dreams

    Hypothetical Dreams

    As faint and golden glares stroke me
    I think about a peaceful instant when I can fly away in my hypothetical dreams
    Now and then, I can be myself without pretending to be someone else
    Someone I am not, and I will never be
    Far from society pretences and hypocritical conventions
    Musical notes reach into my soul, which is a convergence of several temperaments
    Wondering how many ways I can live parallel lives
    Wondering how many ways I can detach myself from this foolish reality
    Because I live in my imaginary and hypothetical dreams
    And I’m trapped in a safe hideout
    Hiding is the only way I can protect myself
    Disappearing in the vastness of the universe
    Fragile dreams like thin crystals, which are gleaming in the moonlight
    Being my soul a frail fractal of an imaginary universe of stars
    Lost in abandon and oblivion once my only companion is the solitude
    Now that it is useless to be thoughtful and considerate
    Now that I am not anymore my past self
    I’m different versions of myself
    It is never too late to discover an unusual and astonishing introspectiveness
    Delight and sorrow wrap my soul as I touch purple roses
    Lusting for their beauty and purity
    I can rest forever in my cruel and hypothetical dreams
    Now that the stars whisper in the luxuriant firmament.
    Esther Racah

  • Melancholic Twilight

    Melancholic Twilight

    Melancholic Twilight

    A melancholic twilight was in one of my dreams
    Shades of purple and pink were blending in the firmament
    A cold wind was stroking the tree fronds
    Dismay and fears were emerging like pale ghosts of my past
    A past which I could not avoid nor forget
    No choice is free when the mind is not pure
    My reflection in the mirror of dreadful yore was pursuing me
    I strove to escape a tangled past while feeling bewildered
    While I was utterly overwhelmed by disconcertion
    I discovered a melancholic twilight as my misty haven
    Emptiness and apathy would protect my inner dismay
    As I could bear all the disillusions, which life pretended to offer me
    Like a treasure, which is lying under the ocean
    Now, as always, I could keep it in a timeless lark.
    Esther Racah

  • A Midsummer Night

    A Midsummer Night

    A Midsummer Night

    The rustle of leaves echoes in a midsummer night
    Crickets constantly chirp, creating a nocturnal symphony
    The vast darkness of the night stretches as far as the eye could see
    Water drops trickle off tree leaves
    The stars light up the Prussian blue sky on a midsummer night
    Nocturnal moths dance chaotically like fairies
    The mystical mist of the night envelops the city voluptuously
    A silvery-grey stillness encloses the landscape
    Silver green moonbeams shimmer on little puddles
    The intoxicating perfume of tuberose and jasmine fills the air
    The shining golden moon accompanies the lonely bright stars
    In such a dream, I was wandering through a labyrinth of emotions and longings
    Feeling lost in a chaotic life with uncertainties lingering inside my soul
    Dreaming of a future where I could live exempt from anguishes and fears.
    Esther Racah

  • Sorrow

    Sorrow

    Sorrow

    Sorrow stands magnificently like an imperious marble statue
    Haughty and solitary, it does not fear the degeneration due to time
    Deep anguish goes inside my bones in a spiritual dismemberment
    Once the voluptuousness of the illusions veiled my eyes
    And suddenly, it disappears into a thin aura, leaving me unconcealed and helpless
    The numbness of sorrow envelops me in a star-quilted veil
    And the silence caresses my senses as I lie vulnerable and defenceless
    A glimmer of hope illuminates my soul, which lies in the darkness of uncertainty
    Shattered dreams and hopes echo like distant memories of a lost past
    My gasping soul strives to access the impenetrable world of chimaeras and utopias
    Nightmares from the distant past re-emerge furiously like a storm of emotions
    An unabashed rush of passions resurfaces from the leaden silence of discontent
    More confused than ever, I try to reach out for the stars in the immensity of the universe
    In this sorrow, I lie in silence, hiding in the voluptuous world of poetry.
    Esther Racah

  • The Stone Tower

    The Stone Tower

    The Stone Tower

    In the middle of a forest, there was a secret stone tower
    Surrounded by cherry trees and wild berry bushes
    Wisteria and climbing roses were cloaking the walls
    Sometimes the rustle of the leaves was disrupting the deep silence
    Crimson roses and purple violets were dancing in the wind
    Iridescent and silver clouds were floating in the sapphire sky
    In a surrealistic landscape with wildflowers blooming chaotically
    A benumbed stone tower made of shade and light
    In an eternal present without a past and a future
    Time vanished in a dissonant harmony of tones and colours
    It was such a secret and isolated dwelling
    A deserted and empty tower with a roof made of clouds and stars
    Sun and moon were meeting in eternal blissful serendipity
    It was a vision of an undisclosed world
    A fantastic dream of a utopia.
    Esther Racah

  • Something I Will Never Tell You

    Something I Will Never Tell You

    Something I Will Never Tell You

    Something I will never tell you
    Because you are gone
    No possibility for a goodbye
    Now that it is too late after a year
    Now that I’m still unable to talk about it
    Being still in shock
    Only some tear can save me
    Despair and sadness fill my soul and mind
    There is nothing to be done
    By now that you have gone
    Away somewhere I will never know
    Things I will never tell you
    They will remain inside of me
    In the silent chest of my soul
    Only some spare word
    And a solitude tone
    Faraway in the distant sky
    Among the stars, my thoughts are
    Despair gives way to acceptance
    Missing your presence
    Every passing day
    Something I will never tell you
    In a game of memories and regrets
    An elegy dedicated to you
    Hoping you will read it
    From wherever you are now.
    Esther Racah

  • The Realm Of Sensitivity

    The Realm Of Sensitivity

    The Realm Of Sensitivity

    We live in the realm of sensitivity
    We try to be sensitive to     the outside world
    Being aware of the importance of each word we pronounce and write
    We are the world we create and sense
    We live in the realm of sensitivity
    Being careful about the responsibility we have in making our world
    Since our world influences the external world
    Each word is a small drop in a big ocean of emotions
    We strive to give ourselves hope
    We strive to perceive the others
    We live in the realm of sensitivity
    Trying to be more conscious and sensitive
    Each of our words can contribute to change this world
    We hope for a better society
    We hope for a world without dictatorships
    And with no exploitation of humans and nature
    I’m Jewish with dual citizenship
    I feel a citizen of the world
    I would like a society without hatred and prejudices
    I would like a community without discriminations against minorities
    We are all human
    We are all equal
    We live in the realm of sensitivity
    We belong to a natural world, and we need to preserve it with care
    Because in the end, we are what we accomplish before we leave this world behind us
    Our lives are short compared to the life of a star
    We have a big responsibility in giving a contribution to this world
    We live in the realm of sensitivity.
    Esther Racah

  • Time

    Time

    Time

    We don’t need time at all
    Time is that sequence of instants that grab and capture memories
    We are slaves of time only because we believe in it
    Time doesn’t exist
    Every moment can be eternal and timeless
    We don’t need time at all
    We can be free from the time-bound box
    We can be free from the concept of space as well
    Since space is related to time
    Considering that only a tiny part of the universe is visible
    We shouldn’t care about time and space
    There is no reason to be captivated by time and space
    To feel our inner essence and keep contact with our own truth
    We can nullify time and space
    In this way, we will preserve our authenticity and integrity
    Being honest with ourselves.
    Esther Racah

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