Photo: Markus Spiske on Unsplash
Ode to the needed application
Of distinctive word formation
And appropriate derivation
(With Speech Pathology implications
For morphological miscalculation).
Because without the permutations
Of root words in combination
And grammatical allocation,
There’d be much missed in
Communication.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Morphology in 37 words
Note: As a Speech-Language Pathologist, this writing prompt would have been absolutely impossible to not take on! 🙂
Photo: Amitai Asif
She wanted just
A slice of peace.
A piece of what she’d seen
Available
To others
And advertised as
Something one could
Reach.
She wanted just a taste
Of what it could be like
To know
Release.
Meanwhile she knew
She had to make do
With
Internal
Armistice.
For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: Peace
They stand at the entry, grateful, unknown. They’ve come far for this, on a journey not by choice yet still their own. The sound of people’s voices pluck strings in their soul. The light of the fireplace dances on the wall, painting hope, awakening dreams of a home that was never there, yet could be … now … if they allow it in.
Hearts quaking they knock
On the door
To their forever home.
For the dVerse Haibun challenge: Gratitude
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
I remember
Past winter
Of old,
There was light
Shining warmth
In the cold.
I recall spring’s
Late blanket
White bold,
Under lamps’
Glow of soft
Molten gold.
For the Lens-Artists challenge: Cold
Photo: Osnat Halperin-Barlev
“It will be long enough, for a life,”
He said.
She blinked back tears
And said nothing
Because she knew that no matter
How long he would be
Around
Would not be longevity
Enough
For her.
Instead, she patted his hand and
Plumped his pillows
And fussed with the covers
Over his beloved
Form,
Once robust,
Now a shadow of itself.
The shadow smiled.
He understood.
He always had.
At his last inhale, she smiled back.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Longevity in 76 words
Note: Dedicated to all tender goodbyes. Especially the final kind.
Photo: Paweł Czerwiński on Unsplash
They said it was the best thing for it.
They hinted that to forgo discussing it will
Mean all manner of awfulness
happening
(And would, perhaps, be partially my fault
For not taking steps to fix
By listening).
They showed how it would better
Everything:
My house, my shape, my friends
My job.
May even lead to what I never had
Or always wanted
But an illness was sure
To rob.
The ad said it was the best thing for it.
A discovery deserving of a
King.
If only my eyes hadn’t left the screen
To pluck an errant string,
Which had my ears
Abandoned
To the chatter —
Which had previously lay hidden
Under sprawling beaches
And smiling people
And every beautiful
Thing —
And I heard
The actual words
That listed
All the side-effects
(from death, to heart-attack, to vomiting)
That this supposed
Miracle drug
Was likely to also
Bring.
For Linda Hill’s SoCS prompt: Flyer/Ad
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
There’s a serene kind
Of beauty
Not far into the
Park,
Where the geese,
Quite majestic,
Will parade and then
Park.
Photo: Anne Toet
Time had arrived
To make the shift
From frog
To handsome
Prince,
But then the kiss
When it was dished
Kept Frog’s
Amphibian
Bliss.
For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: Fantasy
Photo: Andrew Buchanan on Unsplash
“It is just a crack,” she said,
“A splinter off of perfection.”
‘Twas more than that, she understood,
Knowing what effort it exacted of her
To keep her direction,
To balance scales just so
They did not tip life
And hope
Into utter disconnection.
For the dVerse quadrille challenge: Crack
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
I am waiting for you
To come back.
To grab hold
And place me
Against your forehead,
As you adjust the strap.
I am waiting
For you
To return
From where you’d left me
Behind
Or forgot
I might yearn
To be perched
On your brow
Holding firm
Against burn.
For the Lens-Artists Photo Challenge: Waiting
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