The Fifth

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Me, telling stories at 10 months

 

Fifth of seven, all girls, I was born

Telling tales.

Far enough to duck rules

For first, middle, or last,

I grabbed place

To be me

And held on

Talking fast.

 

As what shouldn’t be

Grew

And real life wove

Impossible,

Words remained

Nonetheless

In my soul

In my brain,

To be clasped

And sustain

Life and joy

Times again.

 

 

For Terri’s Sunday Stills Challenge: Fifth

 

Uniquely Rolled

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Photo: Chagit Moriah-Gibor

 

Roll the dough

And aim to shape it.

Press chocolate pieces

One by one.

‘Tis no product of

Machine identical,

But cookies proud

Of a child’s hand.

 

 

For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: Roll

 

 

Vertically Set

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Photo: Atara Katz

 

Go against

The pressing grain

And the common

Mindset,

To reach high

Toward the sky

And uniformity

Upset.

 

 

For Debbie’s One Word Sunday: Vertical

 

 

 

Determined

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Photo: Dvora Freedman

 

Rise above

Hardship’s fray

In gentle curls

Of delicate

Pink,

And an underbelly

Of powerful

Orange

Smelted from the

Brink.

 

 

For Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Orange and Pink

 

 

Late Dance

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Photo: Rega’im Menatzhim

 

Things were winding down. Most tables had been cleared and many guests had left for home. Only the hardiest (or closest kin) still remained. Sated and a bit deflated with fatigue, they lounged, gossiped, tapped phones, and not-so-surreptitiously checked the time. Several small children slept on makeshift cots of pulled together chairs.

Music still played but with more inertia than conviction.

The celebration was officially over, though not for everyone: two boys, oblivious to the late hour and overall exhaustion, danced on.

 

 

For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Celebration (82 words)

 

Singular Row

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Photo: Amitai Asif

 

In a row they

Were planted

Born from seed

To grow

Along.

Individual

They heightened,

Each one as

Singular

As a song.

 

For the Weekly Photo Challenge: Rows

 

Find Your Métier

 

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Maybe it is healing

And the saving of lives,

Or the wonder of teaching

And forming young minds.

Maybe it is farming

To nourish and grow,

Or building the homes

For the shelter we know.

Maybe it is writing

Putting words to the page,

Or any vocation

That forms our age.

May it be that whatever

Strums your soul, fills your need

I pray that you find it

And its call you will heed.

 

Merriam-Webster’s word for July 1, 2018:

Métier

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Do or Dye

 

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Photo: Amitai Asif

 

Do not shy

From the dye,

Do not cringe

From the fringe.

What gives flowers the hue

Can teach color to you.

If two tones were the all

We’d be so bored we’d bawl.

So go on and dye more

Shades of lovely galore.

 

 

For The Tuesday Photo Challenge