In Opposition

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(Photo: Liam Edwards on Unsplash)

 

They stood in opposition to

Those infatuated

By the asinine,

Those energized by contempt,

Reveling in hate.

They stood in opposition to

The denial of reality

And the dismissal of

Fact

And science

And pain

And death.

They cast ballots in opposition to

Ineptitude upheld as

Strength,

And insults as

Saving face.

They linked

Metaphorical arms

In solidarity with

Truth

And hope

In possibility of

Reclaiming faith.

To show their children

That voice

Helps.

 

 

For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Asinine in 74 words

 

 

What To Do?

Photo: Dana Vollenweider on Unsplash

 

What are we to do?

They asked,

When all seems to be

So broken-up?

How can we rectify

When the mess

We allowed

Exceeds nightmare

Proportions?

 

Perhaps,

The measured response was,

Begin with

Cleaning up.

 

For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Rectify in 35 words

They’ll Return

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Photo: Karen Forte

 

They’ll return

To the sky

To the bluffs

To the forests.

They’ll return

To true pride

To the strength

And the chorus,

Of the way

Things can be

When the truth

One can see

And the powers

Of we,

Will refuse to

Agree

To deceits of those

Pretending

To celebrate

Being free.

 

 

For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: Return

 

 

Not Obsolete

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Photo: Jorge Lopez on Unsplash

 

“I am not,” she insisted,

“Obsolete.

Or not yet.

Not as long as I can

Vote,

And thus

Use my

Voice,

To oust threat.”

 

 

 

For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Challenge: Obsolete in 24 words

 

Hold My Spot

Photo prompt: Na’ama Yehuda

 

The rain swelled and lessened, as did the line of people, standing dutifully in the raw, spitting day.

“How long?” A woman asked, leaning heavily on her cane.

“They’ll let you in,” I said, pointing. “You don’t need to stand in the long line.”

“What if they won’t? I don’t want to lose my place,” she fretted.

“Don’t worry,” a young hooded man motioned in direction of the building. “I’ll hold your spot.”

I smiled at him.

“Come,” I linked my arm in hers, round sticker prominent on my jacket “I’ll show you. I’m so happy you’re here to vote!”

 

 

 

For Rochelle’s FridayFictioneers

Note: Thank you Rochelle for using my photo! 🙂 Yay hurray! (It was, indeed, taken during an election day, where people stood in the pouring rain for over an hour, as the line stretched along sidewalks and around the corner in my neighborhood. The above is a depiction of real events). If you are in the US and aren’t registered to vote yet, please do! And, when elections come – any election – Vote! Your voice matters. Don’t let anyone convince you it does not.

Rows of Woe

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Photo: Ofir Asif

 

For we owe

Them to know

How rows of woe

Not long ago

Came to show

What can grow

If we do not forgo

Those who kowtow

To the lowest of low.

 

For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: Row

 

Bereft Of Hope

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Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com

 

If you feel bereft of hope

In view of those who lead

Not by honor

But deceit;

Hold on to the voice of people

Rising

To relieve

Those who cherish false and greed

From the path of harm

They have conceived.

Be strong

Even as you are now

Understandably

Bereaved.

For there will be better days

Ahead

Where heart

Over current swamp,

Succeeds.

 

 

Merriam-Webster’s word for August 5, 2018:

Bereft

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Behemoth

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Photo: Chagit Moriah-Gibor

 

The sheer size of injustice

May derail many a

Courage,

But the sure footed will know

There’s much room to

Encourage,

For heft can usurp power

But does not need mean

Might,

When the small but the many

Can prove stronger in a

Fight.

 

Merriam-Webster’s word for July 25, 2018:

Behemoth

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Languid Lull

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Photo: Dvora Freedman

 

In the endless, languid days of summer

When hubris and humidity nixes

Facts and kindness

Into haze,

Lays the promise of a fall soon coming

Where saner, cooler heads

May well usher in

Better days.

 

Merriam-Webster’s word for July 24, 2018:

Languid

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Bubble Point

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Photo: Pinterest

 

When the time comes

To opine

Ethics

(And their current deep dearth),

Let it be known

There’s no option

For hiding in bubbles

Of privileged stealth.

Make it clear

There’s no air

And no vistas ahead

Till we muster the courage

To reclaim truth instead.

 

 

 

For The Daily Post