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. 

  • 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 

  • Lost In My Mind

    Lost In My Mind

    Lost In My Mind

    Lost in my mind, I found myself
    Voyaging through a vast sea of thoughts
    I lost my direction in this universe
    I lost the purpose of this life
    Nothing can be recognisable
    Everything is lost and bemused
    I found myself lonely in a garden of solitude and despair
    Yesterday and tomorrow became one essence
    Time was only a chimaera
    A dreadful storm was brewing
    Lost in my mind, I couldn’t emerge from this turmoil
    Corruption and innocence gathered together
    The magnificent stars constellated the firmament
    With their veiled and unrevealed beauty
    I was swinging from fear to fear
    In a life that doesn’t get acquainted with plans nor hopes
    I can only enjoy my evanescence in the labyrinth of my dreams
    My soul is held captive in such distress
    Lonely and lost, I was wandering in the dark universe
    I remain speechless since the stars were staring at me
    Dancing stars blazing in the night sky
    I fell over a bush of roses more bewildered than ever
    And I was delighted and enchanted
    Being besotted with their insolent fragrance
    I lost my senses, and I blended in with crimson and blush roses
    It was a beautiful and marvellous dream
    Lost in my mind, I dwelled on this fantasy
    Exquisite and alluring roses surrounded me
    Nothing else mattered
    I got lost in my mind being careless of the consequences
    In an aura of enchantment and delight
    Crimson and blush roses captivated me.
    Esther Racah

  • A Dream

    A Dream

    A Dream

    Once I had a dream of a gloomy night
    Disrupted by a thunderstorm
    A tempest irrupted and spread all over the meadow
    Lightings like chandeliers brightened the landscape
    Intense clangs overwhelmed the quiet lawn
    All flowers were bent and closed up
    Wind and rain gathered together
    The beauty of the exquisite and alluring landscape was frightful
    I couldn’t help myself to find peace in this enigmatic dream
    My teardrops were falling on my pillow, leaving me gasping out loud
    They were tearing my heart out like silver thorns
    It was a nightmare that shook me up 
    The tree fronds were hitting against my window incessantly
    The impetuous wind was blowing furiously
    I couldn’t understand if I was awake
    My tears couldn’t stop falling
    Wrapping my body in a beautiful gown
    I felt a princess wearing a sumptuous dress
    Trembling more than ever at the grumbles of the thunderstorm
    Hoping to see a shooting star in the middle of the darkness.
    Esther Racah

  • The Shunned Castle

    The Shunned Castle

    The Shunned Castle

    In a deep hollow of sorrows, a shunned castle is the prey of its inevitable fate
    In the haze, imperiously it emerges in all its majesty
    Here the quiescence of thoughts and time finds its throne
    The loud emptiness surrounds this spoiled alcove
    A castle that can disclose ancient secrets and tragedies
    A manor that     finds refuge only in the depth of desolation
    The same desolation which protects it against the evanescence
    No metamorphosis can affect its enchantment
    This neglected ruin  hides behind a dark forest
    It is a magnificent treasure chest
    Nobody can catch a glimpse of its beauty and splendour
    The moon is the only friend of this superb and antique dwelling
    Some nights the bright moonlight penetrates through the shutters and slits
    The moon rays stroke the inner magnificence of this shunned castle
    The splendid furniture, paintings, and chandeliers
    They wake up after an extended silent rest
    And they shine in all their glory with unveiled allure and grace.
    Esther Racah

  • Crimson Roses

    Crimson Roses

    Crimson Roses

    There is a garden of crimson roses
    The moon is radiant and bright
    I’m lost in a dark and gloomy oblivion
    Crimson roses are an oasis of delight where my heart rejoices
    Whenever my heart bleeds, the poetry comforts me
    My poetry is the only expression of my soul
    I lose myself in the hollowness
    I seek beauty and sublimity 
    There is a subtle way to connect with my spirit
    It mostly happens in the ethereal world
    Where souls can find a connection
    Life is an abridged burden
    I remain in the hush, and magnificence is in my eyes
    Sorrow and euphoria are my constant companions
    I live in my dreams, and it’s not so arduous to find me
    Distances disappear since, in the intangible world, space annihilates
    In the meantime, I find my bliss in crimson roses and poesy.
    Esther Racah

  • You Can Find Me In The Night

    You Can Find Me In The Night

    You Can Find Me In The Night

    You can find me in the night hiding in the darkness
    My thoughts fluctuate in the evanescence like rose petals
     My heart is in a treasure chest
    They call me the daydreamer
    Dreams and passions permeate my soul
    I’m not what I have but what I accomplish
    In the downfall, I always learn something
    Everything alters me, and I adapt to change
    Suddenly the dusky night gives way to the bright morning
    You can find me in the night in the company of my loneliness
    Like a nocturnal creature, I disappear in the obscurity
    Not at all frightened by the inexorable darkness
    I feel free to fly everywhere I wish
    I swing from the stars
    Careless of the consequences
    Beauty and splendour fill my soul
    Magnificence is everywhere
    I’m delighted in the uncertainty 
    The night is so luscious and exquisite
    I cannot refrain from my joy.
    Esther Racah

  • Without Words

    Without Words

    Without Words

    Without words, I find myself in the deepest and darkest night
    And there is a blankness in my mind
    And I confront my memories
    Struggling to cope with this instability
    Without words, I feel a grip of pain and fear inside my soul
    Without words, I’m trapped inside the abyss of the silence
    All that I have is a fleeting moment that will be forever mine
    No more than a reminiscent burden of my life
    Trapped in the time and bound to a reality that is outside my mind
    I wonder if I’m what I imagine and if I’m real
    I wonder if my fantasies are tangible
    I’m just an illusion and dream made of foolishness
    Without words, I wait for my imagination to become palpable
    Just in a tiny fraction of time, everything changes
    Nothing will be the same anymore
    Worthless and wordless, I remain still and quiet
    My words will be my legacy in this world
    My words will be like tiny water drops carving rocks
    And I have nothing else to say
    The silence came to rescue me.
    Esther Racah

  • Thoughts

    Thoughts

    Thoughts

    Unlimited and Endless
    Thoughts overflow my mind
    Surprisingly the past becomes the present
    And the present becomes the past 
    All in an instant
    All in a dream
    Suddenly disappearing like foggy clouds
    My thoughts fly away, leaving me confused and amused
    Like leaves departing from their trees
    My impressions pass through my mind swirling away
    Mistakes, illusions, nightmares, and dreams dance together in my mind
    And I lose the sense of reality 
    Happy and sad 
    Hopeful and disillusioned
    I stand passively waiting for the next mistake or maybe success
    The silence is too loud, and it confuses me
    Astonished and dazed, I find myself in the same place
    Like a pebble bouncing on the water
    I lurch from thought to thought.
    Esther Racah

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