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She refused to budge
Or borrow.
She would not allow herself
The slightest
Reach.
“If it ain’t broke,” she said,
Hiding sorrow –
Holding on to life
In tatters
Yet refusing to
Give in even
A stitch –
“There is no need to seek
A fix.”
For the dVerse quadrille challenge: Fix
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Where faith remains in morning’s dawn,
There will not fade
The hope of light,
Breathing
Life
On.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Fade in 17 words
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She spilled
A trail of tears
Along the footprints of
Her years.
At first she was the
Princess.
The apple of her parents’
Eyes.
Half-grown, she had become
The Black Beauty
Sitting on the class’s
Throne.
When she first met him,
He was her wizard.
Jacob
Of the dazzling blue eyes.
They all followed him
Like cattle.
She swooned
Into his charm.
Into what she believed to be
His tender and true
Heart.
But her prince charming
Turned into
The Czar
Who wielded
A sharp tongue like a
Purple sword.
Who called her
Drab.
Unlovable.
A lazy housewife.
With her
No longer his
Purple queen,
He left in search of
Better.
Found his golden acre.
And she,
In tears of ice
Wept storms,
As blue fire
Drew Aurora Borealis
Across her broken heart.
For dVerse poetics
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They want to add more activity to his day. More interests. Better engagements. A hobby. A new skill.
They don’t understand.
He is fine during the days. It is the night that haunts him. Not the dark, but the solitude. The walls closing. The suffocating silence where his breath fills all the space till there is no air left. No room for words.
Then there’s the fatigue and how it erodes all his resistance. Lets the blackness in.
They offered medicine. Said it will help him fall asleep and stay asleep.
It did.
And it made it worse.
Now his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream and he cannot find the door to waking.
He feels mummified. Lost in the abyss of thoughts and memory.
The bombs. The mines. The child.
He couldn’t save him.
Guilt swallows all.
How could there be a dawn?
Note: Dedicated to all whose deepest wounds are unseen. May you find your dawn.
For the dVerse prosery challenge: maya angelou
The quote prompt: “his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream” from “Caged Bird” by Maya Angelou
Photo: Osnat Halperin-Barlev
They strung up the hammock, and called it home.
There was a tent.
There was shade.
There was view.
There was fresh air.
And in the morning, sparkly tears of dew.
It wasn’t much, perhaps.
With a long trek to get water,
And so a lot to learn. Anew.
Still, they made do.
There had been little time to plan,
After they got the letter.
It was pay up, in whole,
Or let the owed sum fetter
Their everything into
Being a forever debtor.
So they packed what they owned
And drove away
With broken hearts and eyes the wetter.
At least here,
Even with no walls
There was shelter.
Which was, already,
Better.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Home in 114 words
Photo: Smadar Epshtein
Silly Billy was too chilly
So he too a little nap.
Silly Billy did not really
Think it would cause him mishap.
Frilly Tilly woke him shrilly
And with very little slack,
Sent him home and told poor Billy
That he isn’t welcome back.
For the dVerse poetry quadrille challenge: silly
Note: I find this photo too delightful to use only once… So if you think you’d seen it before, you are not imagining things … 🙂
Photo: Smadar Epshtein
She refused to stop her fretting.
He could not get her
To relax.
She was adamant the world
Was ending,
That they were about to breathe
Their last.
Nothing he did could
Distract her.
Not the honey.
Not the charm.
She was frazzled,
And he should have known
To not try
Bedazzling
To disarm.
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Listen
To the tune
Sung by
Leaves
As they
Grow.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Tune in 10 words
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
Where waters tide
‘Round canyons
Carved by time
And ice,
Other canyons
Rise
Man-made
To tickle skies.
Where greenery
Respite to
Millions
Provides,
Sleep memories
Of others
Who used to there
Reside.
Where footfalls mask
The horns of cars
And rustles hold
More sway,
There breathes the city
That like me
Many call home
Today.
For the dVerse challenge: take me with you
Photo: jurien huggins on Unsplash
She would give him no quarter.
Heed no pleas or demands.
He will have to obey.
It was how it was done.
No experience? No matter.
He will not fall
Behind!
First the tasks,
Then the chores
And more lessons to mind.
Math and science
Books and rhymes.
This was school,
Not play time!
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