Photo: Amitai Asif
She flitted gently by his head.
The slight bow noted, the sorrow that was there
But perhaps not heard.
She knew he had to hold himself up
All this time
That it was the only way
He’d learned.
And yet she could discern the hidden
Effort that it took
To rise against the gravity,
In times where drought of hope
Returned
Again and again and again.
She understood the energy required for
Making the Herculean appear effortless,
To constantly correct
The wobble under
Winds and strain.
She hovered for a moment
Letting a space of permission
Manifest
Before she landed, feather-weighted and,
Delicate
On his chest.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Delicate in 106 words
Na'ama Yehuda 
.כמה עומק, רגישות, והבנה
!אהבתי כל כך
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🙂 Toda!
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This poem reminds me of the Arkansas football coach who lost his wife to cancer in August. Today, the Georgia fans (Who Arkansas is playing) are wearing pink in honor of Wendy the Arkansas coach’s wife. I’m sure he was overwhelmed and could use a delicate touch on his chest. Well done, Na’ama.
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How touching and beautiful
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🙂 Glad you enjoyed this. 🙂
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🌾 💐 🌷 🌹 🥀 🌺 🌸 🌼 🌻 🌞
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This is simply beautiful, well done.
‘A delicate matter!’
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Thanks, Keith! I’m glad you liked it. 🙂
Off to read yours!
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Wonderfully, beautifully done!
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Thank you, my dear friend! 🙂
Yay!
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Na’ama Y’karah,
Gentle and beautifully written.
Shalom,
Rochelle
https://rochellewisoff.com/2019/09/16/weekend-writing-prompt-delicate/
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Thank you, Rochelle! 🙂
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