Un-Pacified

August 3, 2018Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Current events, Muse and Flow, Reflections, Trauma and Development, WordOfDayNY, Writing Tags: Abuse of power, Be a voice, Bullying, Cruelty, Current affairs, Exploitation, MerriamWebster, Propaganda, Racism, Speak up, WordOfDayNY, WordOfTheDay 3 Comments

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One cannot pacify hatred

By fueling more hate,

Just as violence will not be calmed

Via harming.

Arguments aren’t settled

When truths are shut up,

Nor can peace be made by

The war-glorifying.

There is no equality

While oppression is sought

And brutality cannot

Bring on healing.

So rallies where ‘greatness’

Is clothed in cruel acts

Breed not power nor awe

But disdain,

As leadership’s hubris is paid

By the vulnerable

Again and again.

Merriam-Webster’s word for August 3, 2018:

Pacify

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Not All Is Lost

August 3, 2018Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Life and love, Muse and Flow, Reflections, Writing Tags: 100WordChallenge, compassion, Creative, Flash Fiction, Friday Fictioneers, Home, Homelessness, Nesting, Practical solutions, Safety, Short Story 19 Comments

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

They were always getting blown out of their homes. She couldn’t stand it. She knew how it felt to be homeless, especially for a youngling. And she’d seen the devastation of parents who’d returned to find some force had swept their babies off to unknown and worse places. She knew about being lost.

She was going to stop it.

At least for them.

Surely if she built it, they will come.

She kept checking and almost despaired, but one morning … there they were.

“Welcome home,” she whispered to the first eggs laid.

For Friday Fictioneers, August 3, 2018

Musical Muse

August 2, 2018Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Life and love, Muse and Flow, Photography, Reflections, Writing Tags: Belgium, Bridge, Fantasy, Folklore, Music, Photo Challenge, Photography, Poetry, Postaday, Saxophones, Whimsy 2 Comments

Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein

They emerge deep at night

To play tunes out of sight

Giants, trolls, hoards of sprites

To the bridge they alight

Where they’ll sing till first light.

If you listen, you might

Catch a tune fleeting bright

Ode to sax stuck upright.

For the A Photo A Week Challenge: Music

Her Best Dress

August 1, 2018Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Life and love, Muse and Flow, Trauma and Development, Writing Tags: 3LineTales, Briefly, child abuse, Domestic Violence, Ending violence, Flash Fiction, Freedom, New Beginnings, Seeking safety 8 Comments

Photo by Prince Akachi via Unsplash

“Come.” She said. She pulled him up and dried his face with the edge of her best dress.

“Where?” He hiccupped, too spent for sobs. Everything hurt.

“Away.” Her voice was soft but hard. “We’ll be miles from here by the time he wakes up.”

For Three Line Tales, Week 131

Silent No More

August 1, 2018Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Current events, Life and love, Muse and Flow, Photography, Reflections, Trauma and Development, Writing Tags: Asylum, Be a voice, Child trauma, Current affairs, empathy, End cruelty, Poetry, Put children first, Reunite every child, Sound of silence, Speak up 16 Comments

Photo: Dvora Freedman

In the restless nights

They walked

Silent in the desert

Stalked

While the prowlers

Rose to halt

And turn hope

To anguished fault.

But we’ll silent be

No more

For those who had been harmed

Before.

And we will raise our voice

To show

That cruelty we will not

Let grow.

For dVerse Poets: Sounds of Silence

Musket Madness

July 31, 2018July 31, 2018Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Current events, Life and love, Muse and Flow, Reflections, Trauma and Development, WordOfDayNY, Writing Tags: Current affairs, End violence, Guns, MerriamWebster, Speak up, Untraceable, Violence, Volatile, Weapons, WordOfDayNY, WordOfTheDay 2 Comments

3dgun

Plastic muskets laid bare

To the earth and the air

As rogue arms on a dare

Sought excuse to declare

Every day a warfare

Blood and death everywhere

By a print left to share

As weak minds to beware

Turn stale rage to nightmare

While those who ought be aware

Turn blind eye to despair

By their greed fast ensnared.

Merriam-Webster’s word for July 31, 2018:

Musket

This post continues the blogging challenge in which Merriam-Webster’s Word of the Day, serves as inspiration a-la the “Daily Prompt.”

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Fields of Gold

July 31, 2018Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Good stuff!, Life and love, Memoriam, Muse and Flow, Photography, Quotes, Reflections, Video Tags: Beautiful, Eva Cassidy, Fields of Gold, fpj-photo-challenge, Music, Photo Challenge, Photography, Sting, Video clip 3 Comments

Photo: Osnat Halperin-Barlev

Fields of Gold

You’ll remember me when the west wind moves upon the fields of barley
You’ll forget the sun in his jealous sky as we walk in fields of gold
So she took her love for to gaze awhile upon the fields of barley
In his arms she fell as her hair came down among the fields of gold

Will you stay with me, will you be my love among the fields of barley?
We’ll forget the sun in his jealous sky as we lie in fields of gold
See the west wind move like a lover so upon the fields of barley.
Feel her body rise when you kiss her mouth among the fields of gold

I never made promises lightly and there have been some that I’ve broken
But I swear in the days still left we’ll walk in fields of gold
We’ll walk in fields of gold

Many years have passed since those summer days among the fields of barley
See the children run as the sun goes down among the fields of gold
You’ll remember me when the west wind moves upon the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky when we walked in fields of gold
When we walked in fields of gold, when we walked in fields of gold

(Songwriters: Dannii Minogue, Gordon Summer, Henrik Johan Korpi, Karen Poole, Mathias Johanson)

Here’s the version as sang by Sting in 1993:

And one of my favorite renditions by Eva Cassidy (RIP, Eva, your music goes on):

For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: Field

Tempestuous Times

July 30, 2018Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Current events, Life and love, Muse and Flow, Reflections, WordOfDayNY, Writing Tags: cleansing, Elders, hardship, History, hope, MerriamWebster, Persevere, Poetry, Tyranny, wisdom, WordOfDayNY, WordOfTheDay 2 Comments

Photo: cmurrey, Flickr

“These are tempestuous times,” she said

And her strong hands wrung the laundered sheets

To squeeze out suds

As she would want

To push out infiltrated evil.

“I’ve seen hardship before,” she stirred

The linens

In the boiling vat,

Simmering the despair

Till it foamed and evaporated

Into bleached hope.

“Wrong does not last,” she rinsed

And wrung

And shook

And hung

The wash

Till it fluttered

Free

To dry,

Only the barest of stains

Still visible

In the sun.

Merriam-Webster’s word for July 30, 2018:

Tempestuous

This post continues the blogging challenge in which Merriam-Webster’s Word of the Day, serves as inspiration a-la the “Daily Prompt.”

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