Nourished

July 26, 2021Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Life and love, Meditations, Muse and Flow, Photography, Poetry, Reflections, Writing Tags: Birds, Calming, Creative writing, dVerse, Gift, Nature, Nourishment, Poetry, Quadrille, Stream 41 Comments

(Red Cardinal in Central Park – Photo: Na’ama Yehuda)

There was naught

That she needed

But a path

And some green

And a burbling stream

And wide sky

Overhead.

So she felt deeply nourished

By the flowers,

And the gift of bird

Who landed by her feet

To share

Her burden

And bread.

For the dVerse quadrille poetry challenge: stream

Playing Along

July 12, 2021Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Life and love, Muse and Flow, Poetry, Reflections, Things Kids Say, Trauma and Development, Writing Tags: Adversity, Bullying, dVerse, Finding a way, Getting by, Juke, Playing along, Poetry, Quadrille, Survival 42 Comments

(Photo: Kelly Sikkema on Unsplash)

He wasn’t going to win this game.

He learned that much from many

That he had

Lost.

And he did not care

To have his face made pie

Against another Juke

Box.

So he played along,

As if it was all

A big

Joke.

For the dVerse 10th Anniversary (!!) poetry quadrille challenge: Juke

Dedicated to all who had to play along, because that was the safer – if fake – choice.

Crystal Clear

June 14, 2021Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Life and love, Muse and Flow, Poetry, Reflections, Trauma and Development, Writing Tags: cleaning up, Creative writing, Critic, dVerse, Fatigue, Guilty conscience, memories, Poetry, Quadrille, Shaming, Smudge 38 Comments

(Photo by De an Sun on Unsplash)

She would have gone to bed

And let the mess wait

For the morning,

Or the following

Millennia,

Had it not been for voices

That still

Echoed

From her past

To smudge shame

Onto her

Present.

She grabbed the mop

And filled the pail.

For the dVerse poetry quadrille challenge: smudge

It Wasn’t That

May 31, 2021Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Life and love, Muse and Flow, Poetry, Reflections, Writing Tags: Cat, Creative writing, Curiosity, dVerse, Nine lives, Pets, Poetry, Poetry prompt, Quadrille 33 Comments

(Photo: Owen Vangioni on Unsplash)

It wasn’t that

Which killed the cat.

Not inquisitiveness in predawn

Hours

When any decent mind

Would sleep.

Not curiosity about rustling shopping bags

Left

Fending for themselves

Whilst humans fetch more from

The car.

But urgent greed

To speed

Through

All nine lives.

For the dVerse quadrille poetry challenge: curiosity

Not Yet

May 17, 2021Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Current events, Life and love, Muse and Flow, Reflections, Trauma and Development, Writing Tags: Current events, dVerse, Grief, healing, Heartbreak, Poetry, Quadrille, Sorrow, Violence, War, Wound 36 Comments

(Photo: Rainer Krienke on Unsplash)

There is a scar ripped open

In the canyon

Of this wound.

Where sorrow has wound time

Around grief tighter than

Some

Assumed.

There are still pools

Of tears

Repeatedly

Bled

As future holds

Its breath.

To broken hearts

Peace has not

Come yet.

For the dVerse quadrille poetry challenge: wound

Everything

April 5, 2021Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Life and love, Meditations, Muse and Flow, Photography, Poetry, Reflections, Trauma and Development, Writing Tags: Adversity, Allegory, dVerse, Fruit, hope, Patience, Poetry, Poetry prompt, Quadrille, Wine 28 Comments

(Photo: Inbar Asif)

It was everything

To her

To tend the naked vines that sprawled

Across her soul,

And through the long cold

Winter

To let the sun pour

Over

The sprawling expanse of not-yet-sweetness,

As she hoped

And prayed

For fruit

Ripening amidst abundance

Into wine.

For the dVerse poetry quadrille challenge: Wine

Almost Grown Up

March 22, 2021March 22, 2021Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Life and love, Muse and Flow, Poetry, Reflections, Things Kids Say, Writing Tags: Creative writing, dVerse, Growing up, Just because, Knot, Poetry, Quadrille, Realizations, Responsibility, Things Kids Say, Young Adult 42 Comments

(Photo: Mabel Amber on Pixabay)

There was a moment between

Childhood and

Being almost

Grown up,

Where she knew that she would

Very soon be

Quite possibly

All tied up.

With chores and duties

Work and house,

Strung like eyes

On knitting needles,

In a knot of adult

Life.

For the dVerse quadrille challenge: Knot

In A Heartbeat

March 8, 2021Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Life and love, Meditations, Muse and Flow, Photography, Poetry, Reflections, Trauma and Development, Writing Tags: Butterfly kisses, Creative writing, dVerse, Fog, hope, Micro-fiction, Photography, Poetry, Poetry prompt, Possibility, Quadrille 29 Comments

(Photo: Karen Forte)

The fog cocooned her.

A swift blanket

Of numbing

Penetrative chill

The sun could not

Expel.

And yet

A butterfly’s wing

Flicked against

Her cheek.

A kiss

Of warmer

Days.

A promise for

What what could,

In a heartbeat,

Thaw frost

Into bedazzled

Hope.

For the dVerse quadrille challenge: swift

For Carol. On your birthday in heaven. Butterfly kisses galore.

One For The Way

January 25, 2021Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Life and love, Meditations, Muse and Flow, Poetry, Reflections, Writing Tags: Beautiful, Calm, cold, Creative writing, dVerse, Morning, Poetry, Quadrille, Way, winter, WritingPrompt 24 Comments

(Photo: Dustin Humes on Unsplash)

She knew when she opened the window

That day

That it would be

One

For the way.

The frost on the petals

The chill in the air

The way that stray branches

Scraped against the stair.

The breath of new winter

Kissing her hair.

For the dVerse quadrille challenge: Way

Winter’s Tread

December 15, 2020Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Life and love, Meditations, Muse and Flow, Poetry, Reflections, Writing Tags: cold, Creative writing, dVerse, Fireplace, Inglenook, Micro-fiction, Poetry, Quadrille, Untold Stories, Warmth, winter, Writing Challenge 28 Comments

(Photo: Stéphane Juban on Unsplash)

When the cold gripped hard

And pulled life from the sinews

Of the earth,

And when the wind screamed wild

Among the emptied branches

Overhead,

She’d seek the warm embrace

Of the inglenook’s fireplace

And write a book

Of summer’s heat

Inside her

Head.

For the dVerse quadrille poetry challenge: Inglenook

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