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They named her Annum.
For being born just as the year turned time onto its head
To start anew.
Just as the numbers tumbled from the duos to the singles
To the very first
Of firsts.
A new beginning.
Just as she was,
Finally,
For them.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Year in 46 words
(Photo: Amitai Asif)
They said farewell.
They said goodnight.
They walked into dark
From light.
Their hearts were sad.
Their eyes were bright
With tears that grief will soon ignite.
Her passing’s new
Her suffering done.
They walked with her as
One cycle ended and a new began.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Goodnight in 45 words
Dedicated with love to my aunt, whose funeral is across an ocean and a sea tonight. May her memory be a blessing.
It was a sad day when It died.
They gathered around the carcass. Inert now that the spark of life had left.
It looked abandoned. It looked suddenly old and unintelligent. Younglings who had tiptoed by its parking, suddenly sped by in wheeled exuberance, impervious to the loss.
It was the way it was, perhaps.
The way of time.
Still the closest friends held a sort of vigil. They hummed a monotone of song, in memory of speed’s potential and of what could no longer be ignited.
Then they left. To let It be. Disjointed. Parted. Never to move on.
For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers
Photo prompt © Ted Strutz
Photo: Andrew Buchanan on Unsplash
Where the green grass ends
And the ocean grows
Is where she lies
And listens
To the crabs
As they crawl
And the fish
As they flutter
And the wind
As it lifts the
Wings of
Sandpipers
And spins
Seashells
On the sand.
For RDP Friday: Lies
(and for Kathryn, in my mind’s eye)
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
I’ve lost connection
With over-tired roots
Fragile
With the passage of the elements
And time.
I’ve let go
To the shifting earth
And to the rocks
Repeatedly cracked open
By frost and sun.
And toppled to lie
Finally
Atop the ground.
Ready to go back
To that from which
I had
Become.
For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: Trees
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
Cherish every moment
Left
Of light as
Suns will set.
Hold on to the
Deep rewards
Of daylight breathed
Through soul,
And saved.
For Terri’s Sunday Stills Challenge: Daylight Hours
Photo: Dvora Freedman
After the fire
Come the expelled breath
Of sorrow,
The stripped soul
Of Earth,
The charred remains
Of dreams,
And the held breath
Of hope.
For the dVerse challenge: Fire
Photo: Inbar Asif
What grace allowed
Through ocean’s sigh
And earth’s old core
That plumed near by,
Embraces life
In all that die.
For the Ragtag Monday Prompt: Grace
Photo: Atara Katz
A basalt creek after the rain
Where mountains spewed onto the plain
Cold lava rock there still remains
The base for what’ll grow again.
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
There’s a path in the park
Lined by mulch from trees past
So that every step presses
What had grown,
What won’t last.
For Cee’s Which Way Photo Challenge
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