
Photo: Amitai Asif
In a huff
It is easy
To dig in one’s heels
In rebuff and fumble,
When in truth
Fluff can
Just as well
Signal
New concepts
Awaiting
A draft’s timely
Arrival.
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Photo: Amitai Asif
In a huff
It is easy
To dig in one’s heels
In rebuff and fumble,
When in truth
Fluff can
Just as well
Signal
New concepts
Awaiting
A draft’s timely
Arrival.
For The Daily Post

Photo: Arlette Loeser
There’s a hue to the park
Tints of gold
Chardonnay
Dirty blond
Saffron.
A whole range of
Damp fire
Bridging
Fall
Dusk to dawn.
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Photo: Amitai Asif
Melted rock
Underground
Softened stone
All around
Time dissolved
Eerie mounds
As eras drip
Without sound.
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Photo: Inbar Asif
“The fact of being
Who or what
A person
Or thing
Is.”
A name.
A self.
A singularity.
A distinct
Individuality.
A recognition of
An original
Personality.
(Poem inspired by the Oxford Dictionary)
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Photo: Osnat Halperin Barlev
“She is a stubborn one,” her mother claims. “Screams bloody murder when she doesn’t get her way.”
“He is our difficult child,” the father sighs. “I guess every family has one.”
“This one is the lovey-dovey twin,” the grandma declares. “Her sister? She’s the total opposite. Wriggly worm, that one.”
“He’s Mister Independent,” the foster mother says, “Won’t let anyone help him with anything.”
“He’s the lazy one,” the teacher complains. “If he can get away with not doing something, I bet you he won’t do it.”
“She’s the fighter,” the nanny imparts, “bossy as they come.”
Surely she is more than stubborn. Surely he’s not always difficult. Surely there are times she does not want to cuddle and when her twin sister relaxes into hugs. Surely sometimes he wishes to be helped. Surely he is not just lazy. Surely there are situations where she does not want to fight.
Children listen to our words, and the tone we say them. They internalize our attitudes of them and all too often identify with the boxes we sort them into. Let us take heed, for what we stamp children as, they might live up to without knowing there are many more hues in the palette of what they are and can become.
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Photo: Inbar Asif
Take a break from the city
From the din
From the crowds.
Walk yourself into quiet
Find a park
Riverside.
Turn the clamor to low
Let your breath
Ebb and flow.
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Photo: Yael Yehuda
May you have your eyes wide open
To truths
Your heart had always known
But some wish you’d forget:
Love holds far more power
Than hate;
Light illuminates
What darkness might aggravate;
Empathy is the only real energy
Of making great.
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Also: Glow

“I don’t know what to expect,” he said.
“Expect the unexpected,” the old woman smiled.
His smooth brow wrinkled,
Unconvinced but polite.
Her smile grew.
She patted his arm and sighed.
She, too, had been a greenhorn
To life
Intent on knowing
What cannot be known
Before experiences
Arrive.
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Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
Some photo challenges are worth more than one dip into the creative well … And this week’s Glow deserves a second-helping. Here comes:
I love this photo of egrets in the emptied fishpond near my sister’s house. The palm sentinels in the background, marking a line between sea and dug up sand. The birds congregating at the end of day in the shimmery wet portion of the pond, pecking for what small critters and flying insects can be found. How some egrets linger, forlorn, over the exposed bits, perhaps waiting for a change of tide. Are they harking for the times just passed, when their ‘lake’ glittered with fins? Are they holding out hope — as water, and alas, not sparkling scales, reflect the soon departing sun — for better days and the return of plenty to dine on?

Photo: Dvora Freedman
Set free the light that’s in your eyes
The dreams you birthed
But hid
In fear of failure.
Set free the path yet to unveil
The hopes
The awe
The wonder.
Walk tall into the day to come
Dance free toward your
Future.
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