Tempestuous Times

cmurrey clothesline Flickr

Photo: cmurrey, Flickr

 

“These are tempestuous times,” she said

And her strong hands wrung the laundered sheets

To squeeze out suds

As she would want

To push out infiltrated evil.

“I’ve seen hardship before,” she stirred

The linens

In the boiling vat,

Simmering the despair

Till it foamed and evaporated

Into bleached hope.

“Wrong does not last,” she rinsed

And wrung

And shook

And hung

The wash

Till it fluttered

Free

To dry,

Only the barest of stains

Still visible

In the sun.

 

Merriam-Webster’s word for July 30, 2018:

Tempestuous

This post continues the blogging challenge in which Merriam-Webster’s Word of the Day, serves as inspiration a-la the “Daily Prompt.”

Want to join me? Feel free to link to this post on your blog, and/or post a link to your blogpost in the comment section below so others can enjoy it, too. Poetry, photography, short stories, anecdotes: Go for it!

For more visibility, tag your post with #WordOfDayNY, so your post can be searchable.

“Follow” me if you want to receive future prompts, or just pop in when you’re looking for inspiration. Here’s to the fun of writing and our ever-evolving blogging community!

 

A Wind’s Blessing

sail away AmitaiAsif

Photo: Amitai Asif

 

May the wind

Fill your sail,

May your path

Never fail,

May you be spared

Facing gale

Or travail

And may good fortune

Prevail.

 

 

For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: Wind

 

Age Value

Water worn AmitaiAsif

Photo: Amitai Asif

 

Water-worn by the ages

By the floods

By the rain,

Time has carved

Eras’ layers

Through the rock

Grain by grain.

Scars of years

Line the wadi

To funnel life –

None in vain.

 

 

For The Tuesday Photo Challenge

The Top Half

big wheel ChagitMoriahGibor

Photo: Chagit Moriah-Gibor

 

In all of life’s rides

Good perspective is gold

And it’s wise to remember

That the top half

Revolves.

 

 

 

For Cee’s Fun Photo Challenge

Churn and Roil

churn AtaraKatz

Photo: Atara Katz

 

In the winds

Of turmoil,

Hold on tight

Don’t recoil.

For all change,

Churn and roil,

Shapes the earth

Feeds the soil.

 

 

For The Daily Post

I’d Rather

Flower NYC NaamaYehuda

Photo: Na’ama Yehuda

 

I’d rather be

As I am

Just in a world

Less fraught

With wrong

And sorrow.

And yet,

If in my druthers

Things were not

Exactly as they are

In both joy and dismay,

What would make me

Be exactly

As I am

Today?

 

 

 

For The Daily Post

And Suddenly

 

bubbles AK

Photo: Atara Katz

 

 

“And suddenly,” she said,

“Life is not simple anymore.

Or was it never

And I just did not seem

To know?”

 

 

For The Daily Post

A Meter Above

work in progress masterpiece

Photo: Pinterest

 

He came in with a poem.

“I used to hate this stuff,” he noted, holding the page face down so I won’t peek while he explains. “But after you showed me ‘A Light in the Attic’ and told me what all this poetry word salad stuff means …” He grinned, pleased at being able to insert one of the expressions from last week. “I think it’s kinda’ fun, actually.”

He lifted his hand from the page, but left it hovering an inch above the white expanse. “You might not like this,” he warned. “It’s sort of a rap song. You know. People my age like those …”

I chuckled. “I know I’m much older than you but I actually don’t mind rap. It’s only when the language is really inappropriate that I don’t care for it.”

He peered at me, only half-convinced. “Anyway … no cuss words here. Even my mom said it’s fine. The first words are from her fridge magnet thingy.”

He turned the page and cleared his throat. “But tell me if you really like it, okay?” he glanced up, suddenly a lot less certain and a lot more the little boy. He took a deep breath. “Here goes …”

“As above

So below.

We learn more

As we go.

So make sure

To go slow.”

 

 

For The Daily Post