The Amateur

three black handset toys

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He was an amateur in

Matters

Of the heart.

Oh, he prided himself on being

An expert

Of the physiological

Domain.

And perhaps a tinkerer

In that

He was.

But he was not even

A dabbler

In intimacy.

He lacked all expertise

In the understanding of

Connection

Or trust

Or hope.

 

 

 

For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Amateur in 51 words

 

Have Heart For A Better Humanity

at the end of a day

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When a place of worship crumbles

Into hell of gore and pain,

And the sorrows of the many

Become what connects us all again,

Know that care can conquer ugly

And that compassion outdoes hate’s disdain,

As long as we eject terror

To heed the better, deeper call,

That anything that harms our kinship

Diminishes the very core of all,

Just as anything that builds it

Can lead humanity to standing tall.

 

 

For Debbie’s Six Word Saturday

 

A Kid’s Rock

Photo: © Randy Mazie

 

“She insists on coming,” he noted without raising his head and even though I hadn’t worded my question.

The quiet breathed and a soft breeze rustled the leaves and made shadows caress the stones.

“She stands by the gate and belts until I take her,” he added and continued to wipe his already spotless glasses. His fingers trembled, from palsy or emotion or both, I didn’t know.

“She misses her, you see,” he glanced at the goat. “Rejected by her nanny, this kid was. My Mary hand-raised her. She was this kid’s rock. Now all that’s left is this headstone.”

 

 

For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers

 

The Best Tradition

Traditions R.Yehuda

Photo: R. Yehuda

 

The doorbell rings

The gate stays open

As they trickle, stream, come in.

Sisters, brothers, nieces, cousins,

Nephews, parents, aunts and uncles,

And new additions to the scene.

Candles lit and babies cuddled,

In the kitchen tied-up aprons swirl

As busy hands ready cuisine.

A phone is passed:

A distant caller

Hellos each loved one from the screen.

The rooms are filled

The hearts are fuller.

Another year of treasured family din.

 

 

For the Sunday Stills Challenge: Traditions

 

 

Evening Friends

Friends Smadar Halperin-Epshtein

Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein

 

Come on friend

We will walk

On this sand

To the end

Of the earth

And return

Just before

A new night

Falls again.

 

 

For the RDP Thursday Challenge: Friend

 

May We Be the Adults Kids Need

The link below is to an article by Dawn Haney (thank you, Jenny, for sending it to me). It is very well done and immensely relevant.

Take a moment to read it, and perhaps a few more to allow your realities and reactions to have the room they require and deserve. If you are so inclined, leave a comment below and share your thoughts about the article, of the things you’ve found to be helpful, and the realities of balancing activism with self-care.

In these times of rampant overwhelm and maddening injustice — especially if you carry your own wounds and trauma history — may you find the support you need, the awareness you seek, and the way to provide aid to the vulnerable in the pace and manner you can manage.

And may we all, indeed, be the adults kids need.

May We Be the Adults Kids Need: Healing practices to avoid burnout

From the article. Photo by Brooke Anderson.

 

Roseate

 

sunset PhilipCoons

Photo: Philip Coons

 

Optimistic in nature

Does not mean roseate

For reality may

Introduce caveat

Of the need to remember

Many times of ill fate

While never forgetting

The good we can create.

 

 

Merriam-Webster’s word for June 10, 2018:

Roseate

This post continues the blogging challenge in which Merriam-Webster’s Word of the Day, serves as inspiration a-la the “Daily Prompt.”

Want to join me? Feel free to link to this post on your blog, and/or post a link to your blogpost in the comment section below so others can enjoy it, too. Poetry, photography, short stories, anecdotes: Go for it!

For more visibility, tag your post with #WordOfDayNY, so your post can be searchable.

“Follow” me if you want to receive future prompts, or just pop in when you’re looking for inspiration. Here’s to the fun of writing and our ever-evolving blogging community!

 

Furry Halfling

chika OsnatHalperinBarlev

Photo: Osnat Halperin-Barlev

 

Half-wildling

Half-tame

She sometimes

Knew her name.

One moment she’d hiss

The next she would purr

To allow or dismiss

You from stroking her fur.

 

 

For The Sunday Stills Furry & Feathered Friends Challenge

In Parallel

Palawan playground DvoraFreedman

Photo: Dvora Freedman

 

Live your life

Alongside

Everything

That matters.

Let light flow

In lines parallel

To heart

And mind.

We are all of us

One of a kind,

All singular

In presence.

Yet we are none of us

An isolation,

None free from impact

On what there is

And all that will become.

May we ride

This shared Earth

Side by side.

May we align

Our spirit

To be

Kind.

 

 

For The Daily Post