Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
On a fence
In the city
Under balconies
To the sky,
Climbs a purple
Bunch of
Pretty,
A tangled riot
Reaching high.
For Deb’s One Word Sunday: Purple
Purple Bunch
Tenacity
Translucent Faith
Photo: R. RozenZvi
I see you
Taking steps
Into faith
And thin air,
Holding hope
Like a rickety railing
Buffeted by winds
That had blown away
Trust in
A safe step
Anywhere.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Translucent in 29 words
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Early Hold
Photo: Zaid Abu Taha on Pexels.com
She is early in birth
And early in breath,
Independent in all.
She’s come forth barely cooked
But is here even so
Stubbornly grabbing hold
Ravenous in her howls,
In a world just a tad
Unprepared
For her life-hungry spirit
And determined
Big soul.
[Dedicated to all the little ones who arrive exactly at the right time … for them. … and to all who work with them, to make it the best possible time and outcome.]
For the dVerse Poetry Challenge: Early in 44 words
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Fickle Fury
Photo: Ofir Asif
In the furor of fury
Frothing rage
At the truth,
Do not let floods
Form furrows
In foundations of sooth.
Let the foam
Ferry falsehoods
Like the filth film
From swamps,
And find footholds
In facts
Against fear flashing
Tromps.
For The Daily Post
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The Cost
Assay the cost of
Apathetic heads
Or cheeks that turn
Again
The other way.
Know the high price of
Silence that
Lets massacre
Take hold for yet
Another day.
Do not give in.
Do not let up.
Step forth
And raise your voice
In truth
So it rings clear
Above the fray.
For The Daily Post
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Viable You
Photo: E.K.
Don’t forget:
You can do
All that needs
Follow through,
You can breathe
Life anew
As you hold
To what’s true
For your
Viable you.
For The Daily Post
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Ascend
Photo: Amitai Asif
As peaks tower above
Too-tall tasks
Too-far prize,
Take small steps
Pace yourself,
But continue
To rise.
For The Daily Post
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Do Not Succumb
Photo: Inbar Asif
Do not succumb
To disillusion
Or dismay.
Do not surrender
Awe
Or play.
Hold on to
Tomorrow
For a better day.
For The Daily Post
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Grit of Will
Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein
They don’t give up.
They push on, they keep trying.
For the plainest of skills.
Simple tasks need endurance:
Every sentence’s a summit
Every speech sound’s a triumph of will.
Such tenacious young children
Built of grit and forbearance
Marathoners of life’s endless sprints
All uphill.
Oh, how deeply they teach me
The depth of true mettle
In courage, in hope to succeed.
Their indomitable spirit
Forms a marvel:
Pure resolve wrought from steel.
For The Daily Post
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Tenacity
He lay alone. A crib among a sea of cribs.
No one. No home.
Lifted, unwrapped, rewrapped, put down.
Indistinct sounds
Disembodied cries: His own? Others? Anyone?
His voice ignored.
Too many babies, too few staff.
He learned to rock himself to sleep.
His mind took him away from hunger, fear, despair, exhaustion.
Alone.
Alone.
Alone.
Contracted world. Folded unto its own.
Eternity.
Then in the numbing monotony
Different arms.
Lifted into chaos
Faces too close, movement too rapid, changes too many.
Sounds mouthed.
Rapid. Jumbled. Urgent.
Unknown.
Numbness threatened, overwhelm piled on.
Snail in. Check out. Burrow deep into alone.
Still something tugged. Come back.
Smiles. Cooing. Soft hands.
Gentle rocking that filtered into his own and
Enveloped
Awakened
Yearning. Sorrow. Despair. Hope. Panic. Need.
Too much. Too much. Too much.
He fled into his mind.
He peeked out. Fled back in.
Moments alternated:
Aware, away, awake, afraid, alarmed, asleep.
Days passed on
Eternity or weeks or months.
Soft words repeated gently
More faces
More holding arms
In rocking, humming, tenderness
Language.
Song.
New scaffold rose as
Meaning slowly dispersed fog
Into words.
A world.
Gentle hands.
Comfort.
Soothing voices at disembodied cries: his own?
His own.
His voice.
Calling.
For someone.
To come.
And they come.
For The Daily Post
Na'ama Yehuda 
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