Readied

March 2, 2020Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Life and love, Muse and Flow, Poetry, Reflections, Writing Tags: Creative writing, dVerse, Exploration, Haibun, hope, Mars, Poetry, Space, travel, World's future, Writing prompt 2 Comments

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They donned the new suits

Of exploration

White and fluid for

The deep cold of space

And the vast darkness

Of the Universe.

They filed into the

Craft readied to blast

Toward a red Mars

Carrying hope for

Yet another home

In which to draw breath.

For the dVerse Haibun poetry challenge: Mars

Epoch’s End

February 29, 2020Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Life and love, Meditations, Memoriam, Muse and Flow, Poetry, Reflections, Writing Tags: Creative writing, End, Epoch, Last breath, Life and death, Passing on, Poetry, Transition, Understanding, Weekend Writing Prompt, Writing prompt 18 Comments

Photo: Amitai Asif

As her eyes finally

Closed

And her breath

Not returned,

She knew

What awaited her

Just

‘Round the bend:

A new journey

Ascends

Life beyond

Epoch’s end.

For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Epoch in 27 words

Note: Dedicated to all who face the final journey … and thus to all … for we all would. May we walk life’s path the way we can and should.

Aftereffect

February 28, 2020Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Current events, Life and love, Muse and Flow, Reflections, Writing Tags: Creative writing, Current affairs, Elections, Expectations, Leadership, Poetry, Politics, Reality, Rhyme, SoCS, Writing prompt 10 Comments

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It does not do to elect

Only those who self-select.

Because it is best to object

To any who hold no respect

For others’ ability to reflect

On the facts in each subject.

For if we fail now to protect

The need of everyone to connect

And the necessity to detect

Those who humanity eject,

We might injustice reinfect

And cement moral defect

As the greedy now expect

Blind loyalty by genuflect.

For Linda Hill’s SoCS writing prompt: “ect”

Yards of Yard

February 25, 2020Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Life and love, Muse and Flow, Photography, Poetry, Reflections, Things Kids Say, Writing Tags: Backyard, Childhood, delight, Family, fpj-photo-challenge, Just for fun, Perfection, Photo Challenge, play, Poetry, travel, Yard 4 Comments

Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein

They looked outside the window into

Yards and yards of yard,

And knew this house will be one where

All play will thrive unmarred.

The world that spread

For miles ahead

A guard for

Childhood’s boulevard.

For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: Yard

Underneath

February 24, 2020February 24, 2020Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Life and love, Meditations, Muse and Flow, Poetry, Reflections, Trauma and Development, Writing Tags: Acceptance, Adversity, Creative writing, dVerse, Finding your way, Peel, Poetry, Poetry prompt, Quadrille, Self Discovery, Writing Challenge 21 Comments

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She peeled away the stale layers

Of sorrow,

The sheets that wrapped around the core

Of what had once held

Grins.

And underneath the soot of tears

And grit

And grief

She found the gold that had been

Hidden

Soft against reality’s biting teeth.

For the dVerse quadrille challenge: Peel

Early Light

February 23, 2020Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Life and love, Meditations, Muse and Flow, Photography, Poetry, Reflections, Writing Tags: Calm, Meditation, Morning, Ocean, Photo Challenge, Photography, Poetry, Potential, Promise, Stories, Sunday Stills, sunrise 20 Comments

Photo: Na’ama Yehuda

Still

The promise of day sweeps

Broad calm in its sway,

And the sun,

Rising gold

Lights new stories

Untold.

For the Sunday Stills Photo Challenge: Early

A Slowly Fraying Memory

February 22, 2020February 22, 2020Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Current events, Life and love, Memoriam, Muse and Flow, Poetry, Reflections, Trauma and Development, Writing Tags: Abysmal, Adversity, Current affairs, Dark Times, End violence, History, Human Rights, No More War, Poetry, Priorities, Refugees, Seeking help, Weekend Writing Prompt 24 Comments

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From the hollows of despair, they fled.

The shirts on their backs and the children

In their arms, all they could manage to

Take.

Even the abysmal shelters they had recently

Been made to call

Home,

No longer gave any protection or

A chance at repair or

Reform.

They left, dodging death and finding

Further fright to

Flee,

And in their hearts they held on

Tightly

To the slowly fraying

Memory,

Of days when life was softer

And beds were warm,

And babies slept

Well kept

Safe from war and hate and

Harm.

For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Abysmal in 93 words

Note: Dedicated to all displaced, terrorized, pressed, oppressed, persecuted persons everywhere, and to the many millions who had, throughout history and in recent memory and in today’s times, been forced to further risk their lives by leaving what had once been home and safety behind, for the unknown.