Photo: Dvora Freedman
May you always have a gentle place
To lounge with friends
And swing,
And bloom,
And sing.
Small Blessing
Month: September 2018
Liberty Sail
Photo: Inge Vandormael
So she stands in the harbor
Greeting weary souls’ sails.
Her eyes had welcomed
The many
Who fled war, harm, travail.
She faced cannons
Of hardship,
Wept as terror sought
To prevail.
She marks the better
We can be,
The stories nations
Can be proud
To tell.
Through many storms
In the harbor,
She lights the way
In the gale.
As hate now amplifies sorrow
Seeking to see her bounty
Curtailed,
She hopes her pledge ‘cross the ages
Won’t become one made
To no avail.
For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: our world
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Not So Hidden
Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein
Grandpa you can’t
See me hidden
In my batman cave,
But try to find me:
There’s a world
To save.
For Travel With Intent’s One Word Sunday: Hidden
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Heart View
Photo: Inbar Asif
As we hold endless heartache
Of scandal, war, crime, abuse
May we also remember
Gentler waves, kinder views;
So the holes rent by hardship
Will not make us refuse
To let pain become a window
To the good we can profuse.
For the Pink September Squares
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Candy’s Call
Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein
Come right up and
Cart on home
A bucketful
Of sugar shorn,
In colors that will
Gladden hearts
And sweet treat joy
To pull apart.
Kids tend to be
The eager ones
But some quite grown
Still think it’s fun.
For Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Pastels
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Keen Aubergine!
Photo: Yael Yehuda
There’s no mistaking
Intelligence
In this aubergine
If only for how
Its spectacles
Intervene
In order to prevent it
From becoming
Cuisine.
For Kammie’s Oddball Challenge
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Pink Remembering
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
Spring recalls
How bushes previously bared
By frost and freeze,
Found a new lease
To bubble forth
A pink exuberance.
It is a good remembering
As fall emerges
To reclaim
The bushes’ leaves
Ahead of winter’s
Naked sleep.
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Path to Light
Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein
A long way stretches forward
Past the past
Toward light,
As they walk
In the footsteps
Of those who’d been here
And passed.
For the Which Way challenge
And Lens-Artists Challenge: Path
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Autumn’s Call
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
Trees will soon
Heed the call
To dress leaves
To enthrall
In the glorious
Ball
Foretelling cold
Yet to
Fall.
For the Sunday Stills challenge: Autumn
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Worse Off Than A Monk
Photo: Mapio.net; Goizueta, Navarre
“I am not going!”
They cannot send him to that miserable hut where there’s no electricity, no running water, creepy crawlies, and no internet. Even monks have internet. He was going to be worse off than a monk!
His father sighed. “Aitona Antton needs help and Osaba Alesander is still recovering from his motorcycle accident.”
“So I need to lose a leg to get out of this?” Danel grumbled.
His father’s sharp inhale told him he’d gone too far.
He shrugged apology. He was in enough trouble. Ditching school, hanging out “with the wrong crowd.” It was exile or jail.
“He’s your great-grandfather,” his father sounded tired, and not just from spending nights at Uncle Alesander’s bedside. “You used to love visiting him.”
“Before Birramona died …” Danel stopped. The remote homestead was awfully quiet without his great-grandmother. How much more so for Aitona-handia?
He sighed. “At least I like goat-cheese.”
For What Pegman Saw
(Basque glossary – Aitona: Grandfather; Aitona-handia: Great grandfather; Birramona: Great grandmother; Osaba: Uncle)
Na'ama Yehuda 
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