Photo: A. Asif
In twilight we live.
In twilight we love.
In edges of morning
And evening
We strive
To become
What we hoped
We could master
As we have
Let the sun
Roll itself into
Night and
Rise the moon
To the dreams
We sleep of.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Twilight in 44 words
In his dreams he sees a mansion, flanked by rows of old-growth trees, fenced by sturdy brickwork, gated by imposing wrought iron spiked by gold.
In his dreams, he sees a driveway that spells out the expectation of his wealth. He envisions sprawling gardens, floors of endless rooms, and lavish halls, and a multi-car abode.
In his dreams he sees the pools, the tennis courts, the deck, the dock, the boat.
In her dreams she sees a cottage on the edge of forest, amidst the rolling meadows heading into dunes and shore.
In her dreams she sees the cozy rooms, the closeness of the furnishing, the softness of the rugs upon the cool slates of the floor.
And when he shares his dreams and scoffs at hers and tells her that she dreams “far too small,” she knows that their shared one won’t go where they’d thought it would, before.
For the Crimsons Creative Challenge
Photo: Dvora Freedman
“You’ll be the judge of it,” he said.
He held the door for her and she hesitated a moment before slipping into the passenger seat. She buckled in part out of habit and part as security against the anticipated whiplash of yet another disappointment.
He drove in silence and she was grateful for it. They were beyond words by now, anyhow.
Roadside scenery shimmered by through a sudden squall.
“We’re here,” he said.
She must’ve fallen asleep.
“Say yes, and I’ll sign the papers,” he breathed.
She blinked. How did he find her dream house?
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Judge in 95 words
Photo: Osnat Halperin-Barlev
May we never stop to wonder.
May we never lose a dream.
May the image in our spirit
Find its way into our realm.
May the fairies that can flutter
In our younger, fresher soul,
Move forth awe and harvest marvel
To grow us closer to our whole.
For The Daily Post
Photo: Osnat Halperin-Barlev
Barefoot princess
Green-ribboned prince
What tales you tell
In words
In hopes
In quiet dreams?
Photo: Dvora Freedman
Set free the light that’s in your eyes
The dreams you birthed
But hid
In fear of failure.
Set free the path yet to unveil
The hopes
The awe
The wonder.
Walk tall into the day to come
Dance free toward your
Future.
For The Daily Post
Photo: Inbar Asif
Recite the words you want to hear
Those your heart dreams to
Follow
Recite the words your soul still seeks
The ones that soothe
A sorrow
Recite the words you know are true
They will bring forth
Tomorrow.
For The Daily Post
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