Moriah Lederman

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She travels alone, carried by currents
unknown even to her.
Here but for a moment.
Fragrant blossoms rest upon her head
...

It is not invention, discoveries
Or Such
That live on in my name
...

Come sail with me. It's a journey of discovery.
Not for the weak hearted, but for the strong
searching spirit that longs for knowledge.
Let us accompany each other on this trip of enlightenment.
...

Don't touch me...
I cannot bear you touch me there.
My heart's in shambles, no longer there.
I've hidden away my deepest spring for fear
...

5.

Each morning is another death. I die with the
opening of my eyes. Only in my dreams awaken
to fight the truth of my existence. I chose
this bed and now I lay within, unmoving,
...

A mind filled with every knowledge of you
My heart pounds at your nearness
I breath you in and exhale your perfume
Eyes that shine with your returned stare of knowing
...

Numbing vibration in my head
Absence of thought
The loud silence of my walking friend
My opinionated partner
...

Moonglow brightly blue
All around you
The transparent hue
Penetrates through
...

Moriah Lederman Biography

I am a 30 year, stay at home mom of four. I have been journal writing since I was 15. I'm not an accomplished writer by any means. Writing is an escape for me, a way to transcend lifes constant monotony. It's a way to delve into my soul and wrench out the hidden shadows that reside within. For no shadow can live in the light. It's a good thing I have writing as an outlet. Four kids could drive a person to drink. HaHa.. Who says you have to be serious all the time?)

The Best Poem Of Moriah Lederman

The Meek

She travels alone, carried by currents
unknown even to her.
Here but for a moment.
Fragrant blossoms rest upon her head
permeating everything about her, causing
remembrance of the splendid spring and
fairer things.
Soft is her embrace, yet still leaves
imprints upon the soul.
Virtuous, trusting, empathic and kind
gentle and fragile, yet strong and
tempestuous.
All stand in awe and anticipate her next
whim or wile.
Don't forget the gentle breezes that
caress you.
For they are here but fleetingly, and
make tiny impacts that change everything
they touch.

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