Photo: Amitai Asif
Not quite done
Not quite grown
Not quite seen
Not quite known
Almost here
Almost time
Life suspended
Redifined.
For The Daily Post
Almost There
Poetry
Extravagant Life
Photo: Atara Katz
Climb up life’s
Tallest peaks.
Let the view
Hike your breath
Up a click.
Pause and be.
Hold and see.
There’s no moment
Ahead
More prodigal
Than this.
For The Daily Post
Share this:
In Theory
Photo: Ofir Asif
“In theory,” she said,
“The world’s all you need it to be.”
“In theory,” he nodded,
“It is indeed already so.”
They slacked their thirst
As the hypothesis of plenty
Sprawled below them,
Undulating hope.
For The Daily Post
Share this:
By Degrees
Photo: Ofir Asif
As life flows
Growth unfolds
Slow ascent through
Time foretold
Small steps tolled
Wisdom dolled.
For The Daily Post
Share this:
Glint and Shine
Photo: S. Levenberg
May the light
Spark the day
Glinting awe
On its way.
May the waves
Hug the sand
As your heart
Understands.
For The Daily Post
Share this:
With Both Hands
Photo: Inbar Asif
Clutch today
With both hands
Hold on well
Live with heart.
It is one
Of a kind
And will soon
Sail right past
As the hours
Melt light
And the sunset
Departs.
For The Daily Post
Share this:
Do Not Feed The Gremlins
Photo: A. Asif
Do not feed the gremlins,
The worries
The woes
Do not feed the problems,
The myriad of “No”s.
Feed instead shoots of hope
Tender hearts
Ways to cope,
Feed the thanks
And the kindness,
Feed the soul
Evermore
With all things
Grateful
For.
11/27/2017 Update: This poem has been put into music by the talented composer Maggie Bell. Enjoy!
For The Daily Post
Share this:
Dance Gingerly
Photo: Inbar Asif
Dance gingerly into the hearts
Of others.
They are the home
Of someone’s soul.
Dance delicately
In the space
That is between
Yourself
And others.
Dance gently ever more
Inside your own.
Share this:
Breathing Space
tltweek93
She faced the sea’s relentless roil, the churning, fuming foam.
She found a quiet in the space
Between the breath of waves, a home.
For Three Line Tales
Share this:
The Paths of Time
Photo: Ofir Asif
In passing we will know
The paths of time
The way to grow:
The to and fro
The high
The low
The good
The woe
The ebb
The flow.
Na'ama Yehuda 
You must be logged in to post a comment.