(Photo: Inbar Asif)
It was everything
To her
To tend the naked vines that sprawled
Across her soul,
And through the long cold
Winter
To let the sun pour
Over
The sprawling expanse of not-yet-sweetness,
As she hoped
And prayed
For fruit
Ripening amidst abundance
Into wine.
For the dVerse poetry quadrille challenge: Wine
(Photo: Andre Hunter on Unsplash)
She was Mary
Quite contrary.
She refused to read what others wrote
And claimed all facts are anecdotes,
And when food was on her plate
She’d allow it to stagnate,
And then predictably complain
That she was made to abstain.
Any piece of news she heard
She declared to be absurd,
And if science dared be presented
She turned extra discontented.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Absurd in 61 words
(Photo: Na’ama Yehuda)
Look yonder and you may see
What has, perhaps, become
Of me.
The good, the bad, we could
Agree,
Had gone to bed and woke up
Free.
Look yonder
And you will find
A key,
To what helps us
Grow
From one, to we.
For Sammi‘s Weekend Writing Prompt: Yonder in 44 words
(Photo: Mabel Amber on Pixabay)
There was a moment between
Childhood and
Being almost
Grown up,
Where she knew that she would
Very soon be
Quite possibly
All tied up.
With chores and duties
Work and house,
Strung like eyes
On knitting needles,
In a knot of adult
Life.
For the dVerse quadrille challenge: Knot
(Photo: Amitai Asif)
The sun took her leisure.
It was, after all, the longest day.
She could, till the next time,
Meander
Just a little bit
Across the sky.
Peering down at the blue marble
She raised a ray to salute
The tiny orbit.
Odd,
That one,
In how it keeps questioning
Why.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Orbit in 50 words
They wove the curtained tapestry from centuries of hopes and dreams, and from billions of flower petals and puffy dandelion seeds blown into the wind.
They watered it with the misty breaths of “love me, love me not.”
Fed it with the light that emanated from eyes that had found the answer.
Knit it with the gentleness of fingers reaching out to hold.
Paced it with the heartbeats of the young and old.
All that was necessary.
The best of humans.
And it rose.
A cathedral of magnificence.
Delicate but strong.
Made with magic.
Laced with stories.
Wrought by fairies.
For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers
Photo prompt: © Liz Young
(Photo: Sue Vincent)
She stood before the wall. The exit. The entry.
Hesitant though the thunder of her heart under her chin sang of excitement.
And trepidation.
For how could she not be somewhat wary, going where she was about to.
The unseen.
The hoped for.
The warned of.
The dreamed about.
For she had dreamed of it, as many do and perhaps feel reluctant to share, for fear of hastening what is inevitable or courting what is feared.
She never did find death’s door to be morbid.
It was another entrance.
An adventure all would take and may as well embrace.
She stood before the oval opening. Ready to exit the womb of this world, perhaps be reborn.
The light receded.
The door creaked.
She passed through
To the unknown.
For the WritePhoto challenge … and for Sue, in her time of transition … We’re all here holding you in light and love.
(Photo: Adi Rosen-Zvi)
They headed out
To sea,
Amid the rocky islands
Peppering the vista
As far as the eye
Could see.
And their hearts rejoiced
In the beauty
Of their spree.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Challenge: Vista in 29 words
“We’ll carry you,” they said.
“It’s only steps away.”
The breeze blew memories of salt and sand and spray.
She raised her finger.
In her mind.
For the one that lay atop the sheets no longer knew
To move.
And yet
It was okay.
Because they understood quite perfectly
What she wanted
To say.
The gladness in her eyes.
The gift
Of yet another
Day.
“We’ll carry you,” they said.
Strong arms linked
As her heart thumped
In time to
The gentle sway.
It was only a few steps
To the water.
To the breathing
Gray surf
Of the bay.
For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers
Photo prompt © CEAyr
(Photo: Karen Forte)
The fog cocooned her.
A swift blanket
Of numbing
Penetrative chill
The sun could not
Expel.
And yet
A butterfly’s wing
Flicked against
Her cheek.
A kiss
Of warmer
Days.
A promise for
What what could,
In a heartbeat,
Thaw frost
Into bedazzled
Hope.
For the dVerse quadrille challenge: swift
For Carol. On your birthday in heaven. Butterfly kisses galore.
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