
Photo: Inbar Asif
Rippled water paint
Soft liquid cloth
Along the coast,
While boats at anchor
Bob at buoys
With tides’ ebb and float.
For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: Glow
Photo: Inbar Asif
Rippled water paint
Soft liquid cloth
Along the coast,
While boats at anchor
Bob at buoys
With tides’ ebb and float.
For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: Glow
Photo: Kacper Szczechla on Unsplash
Then
Came just the perfect time
For snowy charm
To let its spirits
Fly
On high,
And make the wind bend
Trees and
Set tardy leaves to
Sway
Astray,
As Fair Folk sprinkle
Flaky frost and
Set aflame a winter’s
Dance.
I am
Entranced.
For the dVerse Quadrille Challenge: Spirited
Morning crept
With cold
Rays,
To frost dress
A new
Day,
With the chill
Soon to
Be,
Preview of
Winter’s
Fee.
For the Sunday Stills photo challenge: Chill
Photo: Markus Spiske on Unsplash
Ode to the needed application
Of distinctive word formation
And appropriate derivation
(With Speech Pathology implications
For morphological miscalculation).
Because without the permutations
Of root words in combination
And grammatical allocation,
There’d be much missed in
Communication.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Morphology in 37 words
Note: As a Speech-Language Pathologist, this writing prompt would have been absolutely impossible to not take on! 🙂
Photo: Ofir Asif
There was no shade to be had.
No shelter from onslaughts
Of glaring heat,
Too bright.
There was no shade to be had.
Exposed as they were
To everything
In sight.
There was no shade to be had,
Other than what they
Conveyed in
A shrug.
No shade other than the small frowns
That communicated how
Very much in need
They were of a
Sheltering
Hug.
For Linda Hill’s SoCS writing prompt: Shade
Photo: Amitai Asif
She wanted just
A slice of peace.
A piece of what she’d seen
Available
To others
And advertised as
Something one could
Reach.
She wanted just a taste
Of what it could be like
To know
Release.
Meanwhile she knew
She had to make do
With
Internal
Armistice.
For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: Peace
They stand at the entry, grateful, unknown. They’ve come far for this, on a journey not by choice yet still their own. The sound of people’s voices pluck strings in their soul. The light of the fireplace dances on the wall, painting hope, awakening dreams of a home that was never there, yet could be … now … if they allow it in.
Hearts quaking they knock
On the door
To their forever home.
For the dVerse Haibun challenge: Gratitude
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
I remember
Past winter
Of old,
There was light
Shining warmth
In the cold.
I recall spring’s
Late blanket
White bold,
Under lamps’
Glow of soft
Molten gold.
For the Lens-Artists challenge: Cold
Photo: Osnat Halperin-Barlev
“It will be long enough, for a life,”
He said.
She blinked back tears
And said nothing
Because she knew that no matter
How long he would be
Around
Would not be longevity
Enough
For her.
Instead, she patted his hand and
Plumped his pillows
And fussed with the covers
Over his beloved
Form,
Once robust,
Now a shadow of itself.
The shadow smiled.
He understood.
He always had.
At his last inhale, she smiled back.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Longevity in 76 words
Note: Dedicated to all tender goodbyes. Especially the final kind.
Photo: Paweł Czerwiński on Unsplash
They said it was the best thing for it.
They hinted that to forgo discussing it will
Mean all manner of awfulness
happening
(And would, perhaps, be partially my fault
For not taking steps to fix
By listening).
They showed how it would better
Everything:
My house, my shape, my friends
My job.
May even lead to what I never had
Or always wanted
But an illness was sure
To rob.
The ad said it was the best thing for it.
A discovery deserving of a
King.
If only my eyes hadn’t left the screen
To pluck an errant string,
Which had my ears
Abandoned
To the chatter —
Which had previously lay hidden
Under sprawling beaches
And smiling people
And every beautiful
Thing —
And I heard
The actual words
That listed
All the side-effects
(from death, to heart-attack, to vomiting)
That this supposed
Miracle drug
Was likely to also
Bring.
For Linda Hill’s SoCS prompt: Flyer/Ad
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