Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
If a hollowing sorrow
Catches your breath in a
Hold
And then folds
Like a snail
Into what can’t
Be told …
Let the richness
Of you
Spread like gold
From a long ago story
Foretold,
Like the waves’
Gentle touch
On a morning’s
Threshold.
For dVerse’s quadrille challenge: Rich
Photo: Osnat Halperin-Barlev
Let the power
Of breath
Churn the air
Fill the earth.
Let the wind
Fill your sails
As you learn
To exhale.
Let the future
Flow clear
And may hope
Draw you near.
Photo: Adi Rozen-Zvi
It does not matter
Where you are:
Jungle, mountain
Old or new,
Plastic, wood
Or bamboo, too.
There is play here
To be had
If you wish to …
And you do.
For Terri’s Sunday Stills: Playground
Photo: Arlette Loeser
There’s a little
Big toe
Twirling free
On the go,
As the other
In tow
Hopes its own
Sock
To throw.
For Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Hands, feet, or paws
Photo: Amitai Asif
The long night arrives
Wrapped in ends
Of dreams
And threads of hopes.
A tapestry
Of what may come
Therein,
As unfettered souls
Are finally free
To roam
Within.
Where darkness
Becomes its own
Light,
That holds
No more an actual
Night.
Note: The photo depicts an ancient burial cave in Israel
For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: Night
Photo: Atara Katz
Listen up
Little fluff
There’ll be no mischief
And stuff.
Best make sure
That you stay
In the shallows,
If you don’t
Wish to meet
Claws as gallows.
There will be no
Dissent
Till wings let you
Ascend.
So since you are yet
To create
Actual feathers,
You will heed
Pond-time rules
By your elders.
For Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Feathers
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
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
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
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
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