Make It Home

May 9, 2020Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Life and love, Muse and Flow, Photography, Poetry, Reflections, Writing Tags: Adversity, Camping, Creative writing, Finding a way, Home, Homelessness, Making do, Poetry, Shelter, Solutions, Weekend Writing Prompt, Writing Challenge 17 Comments

Photo: Osnat Halperin-Barlev

They strung up the hammock, and called it home.

There was a tent.

There was shade.

There was view.

There was fresh air.

And in the morning, sparkly tears of dew.

It wasn’t much, perhaps.

With a long trek to get water,

And so a lot to learn. Anew.

Still, they made do.

There had been little time to plan,

After they got the letter.

It was pay up, in whole,

Or let the owed sum fetter

Their everything into

Being a forever debtor.

So they packed what they owned

And drove away

With broken hearts and eyes the wetter.

At least here,

Even with no walls

There was shelter.

Which was, already,

Better.

For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Home in 114 words

Tune In

May 2, 2020May 2, 2020Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Life and love, Meditations, Muse and Flow, Photography, Poetry, Reflections, Writing Tags: Beautiful world, Creative writing, Leaves, listening, Meditation, Micro Poetry, New life, Photography, Poetry, Spring, Weekend Writing Prompt, Writing prompt 24 Comments

Photo: Na’ama Yehuda

Listen

To the tune

Sung by

Leaves

As they

Grow.

For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Tune in 10 words

Plenty Enough Of That

April 25, 2020Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Life and love, Muse and Flow, Reflections, Trauma and Development, Writing Tags: Adversity, encouragement, Finding a way, Flash Fiction, Grief, Loss, love, Micro-fiction, Relationships, Support, Weekend Writing Prompt, Writing Challenge 17 Comments

Photo: E.K.

“I don’t know what we’ll do,” she sobbed.

He lifted her chin gently till the brown-speckled eyes met his. “We’ll manage,” he said, surety threaded carefully into his voice. He didn’t want her feeling as if she was weak for unraveling or wondering whether any of what she was feeling was excessive or unreasonable. It was not.

He didn’t have all the answers, either.

Only love.

He had plenty of that.

And it had to be enough.

“Everything’s a mess,” she sighed.

It was. And yet, it wasn’t. Not everything. Their care for each other had not a single tangle in it.

“It’s like this cotton field,” he breathed. “Raw fibers that are nonetheless brimming with nascent fabric potential. We’ll pick through our grief and weave love into a new life.”

For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Fabric in 131 words

Not Obsolete

April 18, 2020April 18, 2020Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Current events, Life and love, Muse and Flow, Poetry, Reflections, Writing Tags: Current events, Do your part, Have a voice, Micro-fiction, Obsolete, Poetry, Politics, Resist, Stubborn, Vote, Weekend Writing Prompt 9 Comments

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“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

His Destiny

April 11, 2020April 11, 2020Na'ama Yehuda Anecdotes of Life, Life and love, Muse and Flow, Reflections, Writing Tags: being yourself, Creative writing, Destiny, Flash Fiction, Micro-fiction, Nomad, Outside the box, Roam, Self-acceptance, Weekend Writing Prompt, Writing Challenge 14 Comments

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“It is my destiny,” he insisted.

“It is laziness,” they countered.

He shrugged and hoisted his belongings.

They wrung their hands and shook their heads and offered dire endings. Yet there was little they could do, short of straitjacketing. And they’d been down that road with others years ago and found it sorely lacking.

Settling down suffocated him. He was Nomad born. He could heed only that calling.

For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Nomad in 68 words