Photo: Atara Katz
Go against
The pressing grain
And the common
Mindset,
To reach high
Toward the sky
And uniformity
Upset.
For Debbie’s One Word Sunday: Vertical
Vertically Set
Current events
The Cursed
Photo: Renato Mu on Pexels.com
They were never meant to be
Accepted.
They were never meant
To be
Approved,
Or approved of.
Cast-offs,
They were the anathema
To all some saw as
Civil
Or normative
Or worthy of.
They were cursed
By those of privilege,
Who for added
Privations
Then denounced them
As being
Incapable of
Love.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Anathema in 52 words
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The Tour
Photo prompt: Sandra Crook
“We’ve come a long way from small children crawling under looms,” the proprietor boomed, arm sweeping proudly across the antique refurbished mill.
The group of portly men nodded sagely.
One of them patted a balding pate, florid face sweating in tailored wool. He was gratified to see another man masking a yawn.
The two-hour Textile Investors Tour satisfied requirements for business expenses, but the real draw of the area was a manicured golf course, good wine cellars, and a particularly discreet hotel concierge.
Too bad, the balding man thought to himself. A few crawling kids would’ve been right fine.
For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers
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The Toll
Photo: Alabaster canopic jar (Wikimedia)
She was impervious to their taunting.
To the words
That meant to hurt
But found no inlet
No crack
In what seemed her
Flawless control.
She was impervious to others’ love
As well.
The doors of her alabaster soul
Had slammed shut
After her spirit had peeked
Out
Only to find more harm
Than she knew she would be able
To endure if she were to
Somehow
Remain whole.
She was impervious to much,
But not to beauty.
She could not give up
That
Without crumbling.
And so she lived
In stoic
Understanding
Of the world,
And its toll.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Impervious in 99 words
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Rail Road
Photo: Philip Coons
Where the rail
Meets the road
And the gravel
Kisses tracks,
Linger not
At the cross-point.
For the trains
Will chug on
And engines run
Because they can.
For the Which Way Challenge
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Rock Gathering
Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein
Gather ’round the rocks
As daylight lingers
Onto land,
And sunlight’s fingers
Tickle children
In windowed shade
And sun.
Gather ’round the City’s park
To frolic
As Spring comes,
And as the promise
Of green growth
Comes closer
Dawn by dawn.
(While today is the Spring Equinox, the photo itself is more promise than reality … for the trees in Central Park are yet to bud and green, but soon they will … and so the photo holds a sight near to be seen …)
For Wits-Ends Weekly Photo Challenge: Gatherings
For Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Shadows
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A Bell To Tell
Photo: Smadar Halperin-Ephstein
What lesson does history tell
Of shattered bits,
And scratched on bells?
Can peals of old
Be heard
Be said
So we not ruin
What’s ahead?
For the Lens-Artists Photo Challenge: History
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Have Heart For A Better Humanity
Photo: Monique Laats on Pexels.com
When a place of worship crumbles
Into hell of gore and pain,
And the sorrows of the many
Become what connects us all again,
Know that care can conquer ugly
And that compassion outdoes hate’s disdain,
As long as we eject terror
To heed the better, deeper call,
That anything that harms our kinship
Diminishes the very core of all,
Just as anything that builds it
Can lead humanity to standing tall.
For Debbie’s Six Word Saturday
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A Fleeting Equilibrium
Photo: Tina Nord on Pexels.com
She held her breath and waited for the instant
In time
Where Earth’s equator passed through
The center of the sun.
Imperfectly balanced
As it was
By arcs and tilt and latitudes,
She cared not about
The argument that it could never be
In ideal form,
Or that the exact timing
Varied
With convictions
And perceptions of the mind.
She paused nonetheless,
Determined
To witness the fleeting equilibrium
Of light and dark,
And the shift of balance
That it could,
perhaps today, allow.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Equinox in 83 words
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Unsettled Settings
Photo: Digital Buggu on Pexels.com
So, WordPress has had a bit of a snafu … where settings of some accounts have been somehow unilaterally altered, resulting in people not receiving email notifications for new posts from some websites.
I found out about the problem when I stopped receiving email notifications from my own blog to my own new posts …
WordPress support looked into it, and it seems that ‘something’ (WordPress doesn’t know, but I highly suspect goblins, who are known for mischief) had turned off new-post-email-notifications on my subscription to my own site! I had to manually go in to turn it back on, and it seems I am not alone …
If you hadn’t received emails about new posts from me over the last 2-3 days, I recommend checking that your new-posts-email-notifications are still turned on.
It only takes a moment.
Here’s how:
- Go to: https://wordpress.com/following/manage
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Scroll down the lists of websites you follow till you see my blog/website — there will be a little ‘setting’ cogwheel button underneath the “following” indicator.
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Click on the ‘settings’ and a small window will open. If the “email me new posts” option isn’t turned on, ‘switch it on’ and you’ll be all set.
[You can do the same with other websites you follow if you suspect you’ve somehow stopped getting emails about new posts from them – good indicator is if you can still see posts from them in your ‘Reader’ but hadn’t gotten emails about those posts.]
THANK YOU for reading this, and please let me know in the comments if you had similar issues and/or if your settings had been ‘goblinized’ … I am grateful to all of you who follow my blog and read my posts, and wouldn’t want anyone to miss posts from me or from other bloggers due to technical glitches and mishaps.
As for the goblins … may they go frolic with dragons and elves over pots of gold at ends of rainbows, and leave us humans to our bloggizations. Amen.
Na’ama
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