Heart Percussion

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Photo credit: Vito Perrini

 

May the percussion of your heart

Beat not staccato in your core

But breathe legato in your soul

To sing vibrato to your whole.

 

 

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No Underdog!

Photo Marnie Russ

Little Roo. Photo: Marnie Russ

 

The runt of the litter. The smallest of smalls.

A birth’s afterthought. The last of the lot.

She was given some frowns.

She was given less hope.

She was not much to look at.

A long shot, underdog.

Yet inside her she had something fierce

At her core

She was never the winner

But she was something more:

She worked harder than hard

She learned patience from woe

She grew up,

She believed

She perceived and she saw,

She found footholds in smiles

She made steps from each praise

She climbed up rungs of hardship

Found her stride

Found her ways

To amaze.

 

 

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With Both Hands

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Photo: Inbar Asif

 

Clutch today

With both hands

Hold on well

Live with heart.

It is one

Of a kind

And will soon

Sail right past

As the hours

Melt light

And the sunset

Departs.

 

 

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Do Not Feed The Gremlins

Nightmares of old

Photo: A. Asif

 

Do not feed the gremlins,

The worries

The woes

Do not feed the problems,

The myriad of “No”s.

Feed instead shoots of hope

Tender hearts

Ways to cope,

Feed the thanks

And the kindness,

Feed the soul

Evermore

With all things

Grateful

For.

 

11/27/2017 Update: This poem has been put into music by the talented composer Maggie Bell. Enjoy!

 

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Light Insight

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Photo: Tobias Keller via Unsplash

 

As they rode through the smoke, through the night, to the light

Amidst trees, atop hooves, in the saddle upright

Sun kissed heads, offered heart, till homecoming delight.

 

 

For Three Line Tales Week 95

Have Mercy

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Photo: Inbar Asif

 

Have mercy

For those who have not

For those who don’t know how

And weren’t taught.

Have mercy

For your own lost corners

Where the words of others

Might’ve carved a hole

That is yet to get darned

And still exacts a toll.

Have mercy

For your

Need to hope

You’d make your

Spirit

Whole.

 

 

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Transformed

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Photo: Na’ama Yehuda, Central Park

 

The moment where the seasons

Shift.

The transmutation

Of the summer

Into fall

Already final

Even if not

Entirely

Complete.

 

 

For The Phoneography Challenge

Find a Home

 

 

The prompt for today was just too on point to ignore, when the paperback became available TODAY (!!!) and when so much of this novel is about what a home is, or what may at any moment become a place one is pushed out of or needs to run away from. The connection felt even more apt with how the holidays bring up for so many the very realities and stories of a home (or lack thereof).

“Apples in Applath” is a work of fiction, yet very real children do fall victim to policies and realities not of their choice or making. Also real is that what makes a home or family is not always immediately obvious; and that hope and wariness, need and conscience, often compete inside one’s soul as one seeks a safe space to call home.

I’m very excited for “Apples in Applath” – my fourth book and third novel. I hope you’ll check it out and share it with others who may find an interest. I hope that it may find a home in yours.

Even more so, my wish for you — and for all who are or once were children — is that you’ll always have a safe nest to call home.

 

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No-Budge Sludge

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Photo: Amitai Asif

 

There is sludge

That won’t budge

There is gumming of parts

So the muck

Becomes stuck

As so many now fudge

And prefer to hold grudge

‘Stead of clearing the gunk

Of those who claim truth is junk

Who treat lies

As their prize

And demise

As new highs.

 

 

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In Particular

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Photo: Daniel Foy

 

She is deliberate. She takes her time.

Each line is drawn with distinct goal. Each color chosen with remarkable concentration. Each curve labored on in exact determination.

After all, the letters aren’t ‘just’ a prelude to a word expressed. It is none of it ‘just’ idle practice …

It is her name she’s working on, a profound soul-expression.

 

 

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