Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
May the birth of day
Delight you
In the promise
That it brings,
Even with the clear
Potential
For the pulling of
Heart’s strings.
May you know
The hope of
Morning
As it touches
First light’s bliss.
May the good
Outweigh the painful
As tender dawn
To ocean
Kiss.
For the Sunday Stills challenge: Birthdays
Photo by Tobias Bjørkli on Pexels.com
They woke
To see
The painted sky,
Where spirits
Skated
Angel-winged
On light and
Turquoise dye,
And looped the
Heavens
And the earth
Like stars
Learning to fly.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Aurora in 28 words
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
City brick framing
Glass
Smudged by fingers
And reflections of
Life.
For Becky’s October Squares Lines&Squares Challenge
Photo: Amitai Asif
In the middle of the desert
Where the dirt stretches far,
Hope ripples atop a small
Opaque reservoir,
That come night reflects
Heaven’s traveling star.
For Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Rectangles and Squares
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
What had happened to you
In the short life
You knew?
Your wings’ rhythm
Aflutter
To a drum
Gone
Askew?
Your beauty imbued
By what could life
Subdue,
You flit on right
Through,
Gloriously determined,
To be you,
To be you.
For the Sunday Stills challenge: A bug’s life
Photo: Ofir Asif
The strength of stone
Allows the rounding of its
Edges by time
And rain.
It lets the earth
Scour its base
As flood-paths swirl
And drain,
Even as it lets itself
Maintain
A firm place
To lean
One’s burden on,
Again.
Note: My nephew took this photo in Ethiopia, and I am humbled and moved by the beauty of it, and the eons it carries and the beginnings – and middles, and ends – of so many things it had seen.
For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: Stone
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She knew
It had always been
A barter:
Heartbeat
For
Hope.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Barter in 11 words
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
“I read to remember,” she said, her voice steel and quiver. “I read because he no longer can and because I know he was, most very likely, reading at the very moment his life stopped, evaporated, in mid-word. I read because mine almost stopped in the loss of him and in the enormity of the awfulness that took him and so many.
“I read to not forget. Because there is a bigger spark in life than in sorrow, and because he never would have left us, and certainly not this way. If it weren’t for the planes.
That September day.”
Note: Dedicated to all the lost, and to all those who lost so much, and to all that has been changed — insidiously and indelibly for so many — on September 11, 2001. I was here. I remember and I understand why we remember and what we must remember about ourselves and about who we can be. May we hold truth. May we be the better, kinder, more humane version of ourselves.
For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
Some jump out,
Intent on being
Captured
By the lens,
The center
Of focused
Attention,
While others
Fade delicately
Into the blurry
Background
To observe,
Potentially
Just as content.
For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: Focus
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