Alike, Not The Same

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Photo: Amitai Asif

 

We all want to be cherished,

To be known by our name.

But like flowers in meadows,

We’re alike, not the same.

It does not do to lump us

Identical, in one frame.

For like leaves of a tree,

We’re alike, not the same.

Varied hopes, many wishes,

Different dreams of acclaim.

Like the shells on a shore,

We’re alike, not the same.

Each of us has the power,

To bring hope or bring shame.

Pick just one of us too early,

And the world’s never the same.

 

 

For The Daily Post

“I Am Waiting”

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Photo: mostlymommyhood.com

 

“I am waiting,” she crouched with jaw ensconced by tiny fists supported on little elbows pressed into small knees.

Her eyes did not leave the circle of translucence and white suds.

“It will be a while,” her momma said. “How about we go have a snack? I think we still have some cookies left.”

“But I’m waiting,” the toddler admonished, as if the wait itself precluded any other thing from being done … not even the consumption of normally-tantrum-before-dinner-worthy cookies.

Then again, maybe this wait indeed required full attention. After all, it was her terry friends being tumbled, wet, forlorn and all alone, so far away from hug and hand.

 

 

For The Daily Post

For Photo and how-to: http://mostlymommyhood.com/2012/11/17/the-friends-get-a-bath/

 

I’d Rather Find Rainbows

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Photo: Amitai Asif

 

I would rather be joyful

I’d rather hold hope.

I’d rather find rainbows

(Won’t dismiss pots of gold).

I’d rather know light

In the dawn

In the dusk,

Feel the song of the earth

As it peals in my heart.

 

 

 

For The Photo Challenge

No Iron Needed

Oasis tree

Photo: Ofir Asif

 

There’s a crease in my memories.

An obscure line

Of thoughts.

There’s a wrinkle along

The predictable

Plot.

I’ve accumulated crinkles

And crimps

And what not.

It is fine

As it is.

It is what

It need be.

All those furrows and folds

Are what makes me

Be me.

 

 

 

For The Daily Post

What Noise?

Berlin InbarAsif

Photo: Inbar Asif

 

“I cannot stand the city,” they said,

Homesick for dark, wooded silence.

“It’s all clamor and racket.”

 

“It’s my refuge,” he smiled

At the trucks, people, sirens.

“The streets thrum the best lullaby…”

 

 

For The Daily Post