Truth’s Vine

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Photo: Inbar Asif

 

When disparaging fails

Tests of fact

Tests of time,

It unveils petulance

As little more than

A whine.

So beware of repeating

Lies that weigh down

Truth’s vine,

For they lead not

To good spirits

But to crossing red lines.

 

 

For City Sonnet October Photo a Day Challenge

And for Festival Of Leaves 2018 challenge

 

Time To Unlock

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Photo: Osnat Halperin-Barlev

 

Morning bells reverberated in the ancient alleyways, echoing against well-worn stone.

He rose to make his way from the humble room he slept in, to the place of worship his soul knew as his actual home.

The Old City of Jerusalem. The holy place named for harmony, recompense, greeting, and – with hopes for higher roads to be achieved – for wholeness, safety, and peace.

 

 

For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Unlock in 63 words

 

Faded Charm

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Photo: Philip Coons

 

If you’re broken by worry

Hanging by a thread

Filled with dread,

There are links

That can hold

Even the weary and old,

Who then ride

The hard time

Till restored faded charm.

 

 

For the Thursday Doors challenge

 

One Silver Lining

(Based on true events* – Trigger Warning for possible distress)

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Photo by Tirachard Kumtanom on Pexels.com

 

Susan is about to leave her daughter’s bedroom after bringing in a load of clean laundry when Chrissie speaks. Her voice trembles.

“Mom, can I tell you something important?”

Susan turns. Chrissie has been quieter than usual. She resisted going to basketball practice and tried to stay home from school. “Sure, Chrissie. You know you can tell me anything.”

“Coach Kevin hurt me.”

Susan frowns in confusion. “Hurt you how?”

“He cornered me in the locker room and he pushed me onto the ground and he tried to get my clothes off and I told him no but he didn’t listen and when I tried to scream he put his hand over my mouth and nose and I couldn’t breathe and I thought I was going to die.” The words tumble out and Chrissie begins to sob.

Her mother remains standing as if rooted to the floor. “When?”

“Last week.”

“Last week?!” Susan crosses her arms over her chest. “How come you didn’t say something right away?”

“I was scared. I was confused. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t want to think about it. I…I didn’t want it to be true.”

“Did you call the police?”

“No.”

“Did you tell the principal?”

“No.”

“Did you tell anyone?”

“I told my friend, Hannah, yesterday.” Chrissie’s voice shakes. “She told me to tell you.”

“You didn’t even tell your best friend right away?!” Susan raises an eyebrow.

“No.”

“Well,” Susan shakes her head, “so maybe it didn’t happen.”

Chrissie wraps her blanket tightly around herself. “It did happen! I’m telling you it did!”

“Coach Kevin is a nice man. Are you sure it was him?”

“Mom! I know him. His face was two inches from mine. Of course I’m sure it was him!”

“I don’t know. I’ve seen Coach Kevin many times and he never tried to do this to me. I never heard anyone say anything like this about him. Also, he goes to church.” Susan pulls her phone out of her pocket. She swipes her finger over the small screen. “Kevin? Susan. Got a minute?” She walks out of the room and returns a couple of minutes later. “Well, Chrissie, I don’t know what’s going on here, but I just talked to Coach Kevin and he says he didn’t do anything of the sort. Are you trying to destroy him? It is nasty to make things up this way.”

Chrissie sobs. “I’m not making it up, Mom. It really happened. It is why I didn’t want to go to school. I didn’t want … to see him and he does the carpool …”

Susan eyes linger on her daughter. “Well, maybe something happened, but I don’t believe it was him.”

“It was him! I’m telling you it was him.”

Susan narrows her eyes. “How can you be sure it was him?”

“I am a 100% sure. I saw him like I’m seeing you.”

“Hmm. I think you’re wrong.”

Chrissie pulls the covers over her head. The blankets shake.

“No need for hysterics. As you can see, I am believing you that something happened. I just don’t think it was him. Actually, I think you should apologize to Coach Kevin for saying he did this to you. He says he didn’t do it and I believe him.”

Chrissie freezes. She turns slowly toward her mother. “Apologize to him?! Mom, he’s lying!”

“I don’t know. You have proof it was him?”

Chrissie starts to shake her head but then sits up. She looks up at her mother. “Maybe. There are cameras in the hallway by the locker rooms. Can we ask the school to get the cameras from outside the locker room? They’ll show him going into the girls’ locker room when I was there by myself. They’ll show me leaving in tears and him leaving after me.”

Chrissie’s mother rolls her eyes. “That’s not necessary. He said he didn’t do it. That’s all I need to know.”

Chrissie stares incredulously before turning away from her mother and facing the wall.

Susan shrugs. “Well, that settles it. I’ll tell Kevin you are sorry. He’s up for promotion, you know. Head coach. There’s a party at his place on Sunday. We’ll stop by. You should write a card. The one silver lining that can come out of this is that if someone assaults you, you now know you can come and tell me about it.”

§ § §

 

*a link to a ‘one silver lining‘ statement that ‘inspired’ this piece.

 

Pink Strong

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Photo: Atara Katz

 

Underneath the soft plumage

And pretty colors

Afield,

Resides a strength to protect

From those who violence

Wield.

Underneath the pink top

The hat of power

Revealed,

Live truths of how both

Softness and thorns

Are required

To be healed.

 

 

For the Sunday Stills Challenge: Make mine pink

 

 

Crowned Warmth

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Photo: Ofir Asif

 

In the small, darker moments

When light appears to be

Gone,

Recall life giving

Sunlight

Reflected

In crowned Chrysanthemum.

When the cold seeps

To sorrow

And the path may be

Lost,

Remember how the warmth

Of the many

Can the most hidden

Truths

Defrost.

 

 

A bit of trivia: Chrysanthemum Coronarium, AKA Glebionis Coronaria, is an edible variant of the Daisy family (the greens are eaten). It is native to the Mediterranean region but is cultivated in Asia, and more recently in North America. The plant is rich in minerals and vitamins, including potassium and carotene. Some toxic properties (dioxin) have been observed and extracts of the plant can inhibit the growth of some helpful gut flora.

 

For Cee’s Flower of the Day

Be Heartened

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Photo: Na’ama Yehuda

 

Take heart

Even when reality

Would bleed it dry

With injustice

And stale pride.

Be heartened

By the strength

Of those who wait out

The belligerent

And will not see

Truth and decency

Denied.

 

 

For Cee’s Black & White Photo challenge

 

Liberty Sail

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Photo: Inge Vandormael

 

So she stands in the harbor

Greeting weary souls’ sails.

Her eyes had welcomed

The many

Who fled war, harm, travail.

She faced cannons

Of hardship,

Wept as terror sought

To prevail.

She marks the better

We can be,

The stories nations

Can be proud

To tell.

Through many storms

In the harbor,

She lights the way

In the gale.

As hate now amplifies sorrow

Seeking to see her bounty

Curtailed,

She hopes her pledge ‘cross the ages

Won’t become one made

To no avail.

 

For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: our world

 

Heart View

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Photo: Inbar Asif

 

As we hold endless heartache

Of scandal, war, crime, abuse

May we also remember

Gentler waves, kinder views;

So the holes rent by hardship

Will not make us refuse

To let pain become a window

To the good we can profuse.

 

 

For the Pink September Squares