Which Way Next?

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Photo: Philip Coons

 

Which way next?

He requested,

Will it be up

Or down?

Are we headed

To Nature

Or perhaps

Sutherland?

Will we go

With the horses

On the bridle path left,

Or take the loop

With the birders

And turn right

At the cleft?

 

 

For the Which Way Challenge

 

City Space

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Photo: Na’ama Yehuda

 

Up and high

They pierce the sky.

Clothing floor

By floor

With glass,

They climb

Through city space

En masse.

In large cranes

O’er river,

Rails and roads,

They build Manhattan

Load

By load.

 

 

For Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Construction

 

New Passage

Photo: © Renee Heath

 

It had been a long night. It will be a long day and night still.

The old man sighed and watched the spirits paint the sky.

The youth had spent the night secluded in silent contemplation. The elders had kept vigil not far from the tent.

Some elders frowned at the arrangement. “Right of passage should require complete solitude,” they’d argued. “How else will there be quietude enough to hear the whispers of the land?”

“Times had changed,” he’d stressed. “The current world requires the tent’s protection as well as our watchful eye. Surely the spirits, in their wisdom, understand.”

 

 

For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers

 

 

The Harbinger

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Photo: Amitai Asif

 

In the slowest hour of the night

She came in robes

Of dreams

To weave the nearest future

Into light.

 

She swished along the desert

Roads that only

Deepest yearnings

Take

And whispered:

It shall be.

You’ll find the path

To follow when you

Wake.

 

 

For the d’Verse challenge: Harbinger

 

 

Shades of Pink

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Photo: Adi Rozen-Zvi

 

With slightly curled

Petals’ ends,

She is feeling

Her age.

And she smiles

At the buds,

That unfurl

A fresh edge.

Sun and wind

Kissed her leaves.

Rain had shared

Its own drink.

She is older

But happy,

To live in all

Shades of pink.

 

 

For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: Rose

 

Tea Time

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Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein

 

In the mood for some tea?

Come along here with me.

There are pooch pots

And kitsch pots

Elephant tea pot, too.

There’s a cow,

There are cats,

Which will be right for you?

 

 

For Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Rainbow colors

 

Unexpected Sales

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Photo: Na’ama Yehuda

 

I did not quite expect,

On the beach, in the sun,

A visit from dinos

Puppeted by a man.

Granted these all were smaller

Than the ones I would fear,

But I still did not really

Want them too near.

 

My eyes must’ve

Been wide

As I waved

Him aside,

But two chairs

To the right

He sold three

With delight.

 

 

For the Lens-Artist Photo Challenge: Unexpected

 

Through The Night

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Photo: Amitai Asif

 

They gazed forlorn

Into the light,

Into the lumber

Burning bright.

All that they’d known

Before this plight,

Now kept them warm

Through heartache’s night.

 

 

For Sunday Stills: Night

*Dedicated to all who’d lost homes, lives, memories, and loved ones in fires and other disasters.

 

Tempting Karma

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Photo: canesjurij on Pixabay

 

“I’ll be building what?”

“Holzhausen. Firewood stacks.” Brother Joosep pointed at several rounded structures that looked like hermit huts (and that I had desperately hoped were not accommodation for trekker volunteers).

I didn’t know whether to be happy these weren’t meant as my lodging, or to be terrified at the prospect of having to produce one of those. The contraptions had to be twenty feet tall, and I could not imagine how anyone pulls out a piece of wood without the whole thing toppling on their heads. The mere thought of the Karmic penalty for causing the death of a monk was giving me palpitations.

“Do you need anyone to peel potatoes?” I tried.

The monk grinned. “Brother Ruuben, our cook, has all the hands he requires at the moment. However, we might need you to bring in some wood later. It helps ward off the evening chill.”

 

 

For What Pegman Saw: Estonia

Trivia: Holzhausen are a centuries old European method of stacking firewood. Many are about 2 meters tall (6-9 feet), though some – as in the above photo from a Monastery in Estonia – can be upward of 6 meters in height (~ 20 feet). Holzhousen are self-standing structures that are reportedly quick to make and don’t need to be braced. The circular format is not only self-supporting but provides good airflow for split wood to dry quickly. As the wood is stacked, rows are angled down slightly toward the center. This helps drain rain and melted snow and helps support the tapering of the stack.