A Basalt Creek After The Rain

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Photo: Atara Katz

 

A basalt creek after the rain

Where mountains spewed onto the plain

Cold lava rock there still remains

The base for what’ll grow again.

 

For Six Word Saturday

 

Apparatchik Acolyte

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Spine; Gray Henry 1918

 

Beware of being blinded

By the application

Of flattery

(Or use of abuse)

To gain influence

For harm.

For if you do turn into

A servile acolyte

There is no end

To the baser motives

That you, too, will

Become.

 

 

Merriam-Webster’s word for July 21, 2018:

Acolyte

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Dolphin Travel

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Photo: Atara Katz

 

It is what you call home

Even as you go places

A way to settle in

Anywhere

In small spaces.

Come along

For the ride

Dolphin will be your

Guide.

 

 

For Wits End Photo Challenge: Transportation

 

Path Advice

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Photo: Ofir Asif

 

In the deserts of life

When it seems that oases you’ve taken for granted

Have forgotten

Marked paths,

Don’t ignore painted signs

Of the flags of times past.

The direction you take may determine

If your very next steps

Lead to hope

Or end up being

Your last.

 

For Cee’s Which Way Photo Challenge

 

Up Swing

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Image credit Gamze Bozkaya via Unsplash

 

“Hang on tight!” Mermee called

And she launched

Wings unfold

O’er fields

Mountains old.

And below her

I swung

My heart in my throat

Rung

As below me unfolded

Hope and fear, life remolded.

Till claws

Let go

And I fell.

Morning broke

My dream’s spell.

 

 

For The MMLM Photo Challenge

 

A Global Warning

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

 

They said it would get warm, but they didn’t say how quickly or how relentlessly. He thought it would take decades.

He was wrong.

Trees still foliaged but most other plants withered. Same for people.

It killed the young, old, weak, and callous. The talking heads had babbled about it before TV stopped. They couldn’t justify cooling the studios when the grid struggled to air-condition hospitals. Not that the latter did much good.

He sighed and retreated from the window. Ignored his daughter’s empty bed. They were warned. By the time they deigned to listen, it was already too late.

 

 

For the Friday Fictioneers Challenge

 

Mountain Mural

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Photo: Inbar Asif

 

One night when the moon was bright

Elves brought brushes in the night

And they painted till the morn

Stories that the rocks adorn

For the humans to remind

Of what should not be left behind.

 

 

For Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Mural

 

 

Come Play!

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Photo: Na’ama Yehuda

 

My pink shoes are a mess

But I’m in no distress.

I have been in the dust

For elephants it’s a must.

I’m a fierce one, you see

Will you come play with me?

 

 

For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: Play

 

Cookie Crumble

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Photo by Cook Eat on Pexels.com

 

It is the cookie that she wants

No teddy bear, no owl, no bunny.

It is the cookie that she holds

In hand, not in her tummy.

She takes it with her to the park

She holds it all through bedtime story.

She’d bring it right into the bath

To her it’s mandatory.

Her mother sighs

Because she knows:

It is the cookie that will crumble

All over blanket, sheets, and pillow.

The cookie that she’ll have to pry the last remains of

From her child’s hand tomorrow.

 

 

For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt