Preview Warmth

Preview Warmth NaamaYehuda

Photo: Na’ama Yehuda

 

Feel the midday

Glow expand

Sense the gently

Heated sand.

Dampened clothes,

Digging hands,

China they’re intent

To find.

Make the most

Of wonderland.

It previews warmth

So close behind.

 

 

 

For Terri’s Sunday Stills Challenge: Warmth

 

 

A Heart, Missing

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Photo: Yael Yehuda

 

There stands the empty crib

The room that will not hear

The sounds of cries or coos or laughter.

There are the walls,

Fresh paint

Fresh pain

For the awaited,

For a broken chapter.

A heart

Missing

Breast and breath

For an eternity of loss,

Till the hereafter.

 

 

Note: Dedicated with love to all empty-armed mothers (in all their manifestations and realities and outward presentations), on this Mother’s Day.

For Debbie’s One Word Sunday: Missing

 

 

The World To Hold

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Photo: Inbar Asif

 

Listen to the sound

Of children

Playing

Under the careful

Eye

Of matriarchs,

And the friable

Hold

Of the world suspended

By a thread.

Perhaps there is no

Safer

Sentinel

Than a wise grandmother’s trunk

Lifting

The future

Over her head.

 

 

For the Lens-Artists Challenge: Street Art

 

 

Climb Up

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Photo: Ofir Asif

 

Climb up

From the abyss

Toward the sun

Upon

The meadows.

Climb up

From way beneath

To where clouds are

The only

Shadows.

 

 

 

For Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Chutes and ladders

 

Tropical Trio

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Ko Samui Tropical Trio 1; Photo: Naama Yehuda

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Ko Samui Tropical Trio 2; Photo: Na’ama Yehuda

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Ko Samui Tropical Trio 3; Photo: Na’ama Yehuda

 

As the storm rolled in

And rain took hold,

Mountains cowered

Under fog.

 

 

Note: The above photos were taken within minutes of each other last August in Thailand, as I took an afternoon walk on the beach and a fast-moving tropical storm sped in and essentially cloaked the mountains.

For Nancy Merrill’s Photo a Week Challenge: Three of a kind

 

Up in Shame

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Photo: Pixabay on Pexels.com

 

When the world hollows out

And the sun cooks up blame,

Don’t forget there were times

When we’d known

The con-game,

And yet chose –

To our shame –

Truth’s very core to

Maim.

 

We allowed

A shell-game

To carve the Earth

Up

In flames.

 

 

For dVerse Quadrille Monday: Up

 

Moody Monday

Central Park NYC NaamaYehuda

Photo: Na’ama Yehuda

 

Silver water rides small ripples

On the rise and fall

Of light,

As the clouds,

Heavily burdened,

Hold the rain

Till dark

Of night.

 

 

For the Photo For the Month prompt: Moody

 

The Fifth

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Me, telling stories at 10 months

 

Fifth of seven, all girls, I was born

Telling tales.

Far enough to duck rules

For first, middle, or last,

I grabbed place

To be me

And held on

Talking fast.

 

As what shouldn’t be

Grew

And real life wove

Impossible,

Words remained

Nonetheless

In my soul

In my brain,

To be clasped

And sustain

Life and joy

Times again.

 

 

For Terri’s Sunday Stills Challenge: Fifth

 

The Silent Dunes

dry path OfirAsif

Photo: Ofir Asif

 

Walk about

The quiet earth

Where water used

To rush.

Meander in

The silent dunes

That nestle elder

Paths.

Wander into

Times long past

That witnessed nature’s

Wrath,

And let the calm

Like ancient balm

Seep through your

Whole

Into your soul,

To nourish you

With hush.

 

 

 

For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Meander in 47 words

 

Falling Skies

Falling sky NaamaYehuda

Photo: Na’ama Yehuda

 

The skies aren’t falling

About our ears

In a squall

Of rain,

Nor in white flakes

That slough off

Of clouds

Again.

 

These skies are falling,

Bit by bit,

In tears

Orphaned

By pain,

And lost in hollows

Fed by

Hate

That’s allowed to

Remain.

 

 

For Linda Hill’s SoCS prompt: Fall from the sky