Photo: Davida Cohen
In the silvery waters
It reflects
Lovely lines,
Of blue sky
And deep shadows
That so neatly
Align.
Lili Lines
Month: October 2018
She Drives
Photo: Atara Katz
Down the mountain
She drives
As fields await wheat
To arrive.
Down the mountain
She strives
Arrow straight
To a new life.
For Wits-End Photo Challenge: Road
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Evening Friends
Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein
Come on friend
We will walk
On this sand
To the end
Of the earth
And return
Just before
A new night
Falls again.
For the RDP Thursday Challenge: Friend
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Autumnal Rose
Photo: Adi Rozen-Zvi
Deep in summer
When it bloomed
It held the promise
Of Autumn.
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Sail Away
PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot
It was taking so long.
His uncle had instructed him to not leave the hall till he returned. He knew better than to defy the order.
He circled the room and looked at the paintings. He imagined conversations among sailors on the merchant ships, between soldiers on the frigates. He polished the marble counter with his sleeve. When he tired, he sat against a lamppost and pretended it was a smokestack.
The hall echoed emptiness.
He was getting cold. He was growing hungry. He needed to pee.
Only when night fell did he finally cry.
His uncle had sailed away.
For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers
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Morning Manners
Photo: Inbar Asif
One cannot head to pasture
On a fine, chilly morn
Without checking to see if
One’s mane’s properly adorned.
For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: Surprise
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Choo-Choo
Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein
You can captain a boat
Drive a car
Pilot planes,
But there’s nothing quite like
Driving this
Mini-train.
For Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Drive
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Mr. Stormled’s Undoing
Photo credit: Fandango
“How long does she have to be here?”
I’m sure Martin’s eyebrows would’ve reached the ceiling if they weren’t tied together in a unibrow.
“Mr. Stormled said, at least a month.”
Martin twisted one side of his mouth to bite the corner of his lip, and I knew there were many words he wanted to say and wasn’t. Afraid, perhaps. Many were. There was something about people – if they were people at all – who controlled such things.
Stewart Stormled didn’t frighten me, though. At least not more than most things did. I bent to straighten the small pillow.
“Making her comfortable?”
“Can’t hurt.”
“Dad won’t like this.”
Martin had a point, but Dad wasn’t in charge of this any more. He’d given up that right when he dabbled in what he shouldn’t and left us to clean his mess. Like always.
A moment trickled by.
“You think it’ll work?” For once, Martin’s voice was small.
I sighed and traced the handle of Mr. Stormled’s broken wicker chair. “Yeah. Or Mama will remain a branch forever. Julie says that’s what happened to Grandma … last time Dad tried to use magic.”
For the Sunday Photo Fiction challenge
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Early Hold
Photo: Zaid Abu Taha on Pexels.com
She is early in birth
And early in breath,
Independent in all.
She’s come forth barely cooked
But is here even so
Stubbornly grabbing hold
Ravenous in her howls,
In a world just a tad
Unprepared
For her life-hungry spirit
And determined
Big soul.
[Dedicated to all the little ones who arrive exactly at the right time … for them. … and to all who work with them, to make it the best possible time and outcome.]
For the dVerse Poetry Challenge: Early in 44 words
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Turning In
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
As the cool nights
Begin,
Snow draws near
And she pulls in.
The verdant hues of
Summer’s green,
Slowly replaced with
Sleep’s bronze
Sheen.
For the Festival of Leaves Challenge
For the Photo for the Week: Red
Na'ama Yehuda 
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