Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
There’s naught much more needed
To fill the heart with song,
Than the Great Outdoors
With loved ones along.
For Sunday Stills: The great outdoors
The Great Outdoors
Month: June 2019
Carefree
Photo: Inbar Asif
She could be
Truly carefree
When she strolls
The fine edge
Of the sea.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Challenge: Carefree in 14 words
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Therefore
Photo: Osnat Halperin-Barlev
It has come to her before.
The message that had felt like lore
And made a home
Inside her core.
It ricocheted in her heart
Amidst the four walls
Of her soul.
Her spirit knew it,
And therefore,
She left her door open
For more.
For Linda Hill’s SoCS challenge: For/Fore/Four
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Safe Angle
Photo: S. Levenberg
At the edge of the
Down Under
Where water angles
Into sea,
There’s an old pool
Where you safely
Hold the sharks at bay,
And be.
For Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Lines and angles
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Future Gig
Photo Prompt © Ted Strutz
“One day my name will be up there,” Tommy declared.
Amy rolled her eyes, but he didn’t let her dismiss-your-sibling reflex offend him. She came with him, didn’t she?
“You’ll see,” he reiterated calmly.
He’s been practicing in front of the mirror ever since he’d seen the mime in the park two summers ago. And he’s been getting good. So much so he’d sometimes crack himself up mid-sequence. He was ready!
The talent show was in three hours. He’d used all his holiday and birthday money for the entrance fees. He had $10 left to his name.
“Hey, Sis, want pizza?”
For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers
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Radiant Play
Photo: Karen Forte
At the edge of the day
Nestled flush
With the bay,
Light will dance
As it may
To invite you
To stay.
For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: Radiant
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Fashion Statement
Photo: Inbar Asif
For some reason it seemed
This ensemble
Should work …
To select
Or object
Or someone’s cash
To collect.
For the One Word Sunday challenge: Fashion
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Summer Stillness
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
Stop to breathe,
Take in ease,
Back to bark in
Summer breeze.
Shadow’s cool
City’s still,
In the park
Time to chill.
For the Sunday Stills challenge: Stillness
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In Translation
Photo: Valentin Salja via unsplash
“You can’t do it.” Lizbeth scowled.
Betty shrugged a shoulder at her cousin and put the hand-bound manuscript in the box beside her.
“You’ll ruin it.”
“I won’t,” Betty countered. “I’ll be gentle.”
“That’s not what I meant!” Lizbeth folded her arms and planted her feet firmly on the dusty floor of their late aunt’s apartment. Her color rose. She was jealous but would never admit it.
Betty always got the best of everything: Summer camp, long visits with Aunt Mathilde, a degree in writing, even a dad who taught her Swedish.
“I’ll be gentle in my translation,” Betty caressed Aunt Mathilde’s poetry booklet. “Dad will help. Her words languished long enough without being read.”
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Translation in 115 words
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When She Leaves
Photo: Mahima on Pexels.com
When she leaves, there will be time enough for all the things that should have happened and yet didn’t. When she leaves, a space will open to allow what was yearned for but manifested not. When she leaves — in a week or month or year or decade — a leaf would turn to let the newness grow.
When she leaves.
Yet for the time being she remains.
She has no choice. Or not a real one.
She plods along the rutted path made by the heavy feet she’d dragged so many times before. She does what must be done. She smiles. She nods. She cooks. She holds.
She finds in every day a small reminder of the hope. A sliver of a dream. A memory of what is yet to come.
It sustains her.
It has to.
It’s all she has.
Until she leaves.
For the SoCS writing prompt: Leaves
Na'ama Yehuda 
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