Guilty Faced

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Photo: Amitai Asif

 

The tail wagged a welcome and the tongue lolled excitement, but the head swiveled back to the mess.

Guilty faced.

A chewed up slipper lay dead by the remnants of the morning’s newspaper.

The throw from the couch draped itself over spilled dog food, one corner deep at drink from the water bowl.

Wet soil from the tipped over planter paw-printed itself on the floor, the forbidden-to-jump-on cream-colored loveseat, the rug.

The pooch looked around as if to find another culprit.

He yipped hopefully. Maybe you didn’t see …?

When subterfuge failed, the penitent tucked tail and proceeded to ‘hide’ behind the sheer curtain.

A moment passed.

A nose peeked out, a rueful paw over one eye.

“Are you maybe not mad anymore, person of mine?”

 

 

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Wrongly Assumed

 

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Photo: Ofir Asif

 

He assumed he was right.

He assumed you were wrong.

He believed bullish bluster equated with

Strong.

He refused to consider

Prejudice

Lies

Pretense.

He demanded complete admiration

Instead.

He assumed he would lead.

He assumed you will follow.

He may well find himself quite lonely

Tomorrow.

 

 

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“Make Me Disappear”

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Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein

 

“Make me disappear,” she said,

As her eyes pleaded to be seen.

“I don’t care anymore,” she said,

As her voice begged to be heard.

The bruises on her skin long faded

But the wounding in her heart remained

Unhealed

Unchanged.

“I want to not be anymore,” she said.

But it was pain and the isolating loss of shame

She needed to erase,

Not life itself.

 

 

 

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Break The Ice

 

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Photo: Amitai Asif

 

Reach out to those frozen

In the ill at ease place

Of unfamiliar

Meeting known.

Note the edge of green

On those still a tad tender

Around the social gills.

A kind word can steady

Many an awkward gait

Upon fiddly ice

Still awaiting to break.

 

 

 

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A Knotty Problem

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Photo: David J. Fred

 

 

She refused to retreat

In the face of defeat.

She pursed lips, furrowed brow,

Still the bead would not bow.

Pushed into the string’s knot

It slid off … yet she fought.

All suggestions were waived

She refused to be saved.

Five more minutes she spent

String nor bead would relent.

Just as frustration frayed …

Cookies came to her aid.

 

 

 

 

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