Glacial Undertones

Glacier AmitaiAsif

Photo: Amitai Asif

 

He will carve mountains

For them.

Slow but steady

In his pressure.

Relentless

In the calculated cold of his

Convictions,

That curl like tight fists

Under an unquestioning love.

He has carved himself

In the process,

Into valleys of sacrifice.

Carved them, too,

Into mirror images

To reflect the truths he holds.

He will carve mountains

For them,

Heavy-handed and doggedly

Protective.

Glacial with volcanic undertones.

 

 

For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Glacial in 66 words

 

 

When You Do

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Photo via Smadar Halperin-Epshtein

 

In the moments when your eyes

Meet

Under canopies of cloth

Or sun

Or stars,

And the world recedes to

Nothing but

Who the both of you

Are,

When your

Union

Seals with

Promise

Ringed with hopes and tender

Kiss,

May you both know

That you do

And that your love

Can nurture

Bliss.

 

 

For Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Tender moments

 

 

The Bouquet

Photo prompt © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

 

He’d always forget the flowers.

Birthdays. Anniversaries. Valentine’s Day. Births of children.

It’s not that he didn’t love her. She knew he did. He showed it in how he always cleared ice off her wind-shield. In how he took the garbage out and did dishes she’d left in the sink for the morning. In how he put the toilet paper ‘over’ even though he preferred it ‘under.’

But he always forgot the flowers.

The day of the biopsy results he came home with a gilded bouquet.

“These won’t wilt,” he said. “You’ll see them and not forget me.”

 

 

For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers

 

Love is Love

Nicaragua1 InbarAsif

Photo: Inbar Asif

 

They said they made an odd couple.

They said they shouldn’t hold hands.

They said if they stopped for reason,

They would understand.

They said they weren’t compatible.

They said it will never last.

They said a man with a woman

Clash with too much contrast.

They said it was doomed to fail

And should not be allowed.

But they loved one another,

And love should be proud.

 

 

For The Wits End Photo Challenge – Romance

 

Beloved

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Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein

 

In the arms of a sister

Gentle hugs

Soft sang songs

Whispered small things of lovely

A beloved

Belongs.

 

 

For The Photo Challenge

Enlightenment

Moutain water YaelYehuda

Photo: Yael Yehuda

 

May you have your eyes wide open

To truths

Your heart had always known

But some wish you’d forget:

Love holds far more power

Than hate;

Light illuminates

What darkness might aggravate;

Empathy is the only real energy

Of making great.

 

 

 

For The Daily Post

Also: Glow

Lust Will Not Last

Park Alonim by Orly fuchs galchen

Photo: Orly Fuchs Galchen

 

Some lust for power, covet shaming another, feed off anger and ire.

Some desire control, step on laws, trample all, heed no call but their gall.

Some relish what’s cruel, find odd joy in the crude, equate strength with the rude.

In their greed to succeed, they maim truth, cripple fact

And attack anyone who attempts to talk back.

But fear not:

Lust turns old

Greed grows cold

Lies don’t hold.

In the end, it’s foretold:

Truth takes root

Hearts bear fruit

Love unfolds

Life’s real gold.

 

 

For The Daily Post