Photo: Atara Katz
She did not quite expect
A catcall from a
Pinniped.
Surprising Twist
Month: May 2018
Guilty Faced
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
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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Historical Twist
Photo: Amitai Asif
History turned
Onto itself.
An ossified
Coil
Of time.
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“Make Me Disappear”
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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Suspension
Photo: Philip Coons
Upon the oily river
It glides
In abeyance.
A coiled power,
Its motion suspended.
Energy
Liquified.
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Break The Ice
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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Unique, Not Above
Photo: Atara Katz
Every man is an island:
Unique,
Not above.
Yet some sadly equate
Ego-worship,
With love.
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Liquid Light
Photo: Osnat Halperin-Barlev
In golden glow of liquid light
As day transfers
Into the night
We wade to watch the sun
Alight.
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A Knotty Problem
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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Na'ama Yehuda 
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