Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
Water rises
Like ice
From warm oceans,
To mimic islands.
For the Wits End Weekend Photo Challenge: drops
(FWIW: The photo was taken on a phone, through a plastic screen, from a speedboat in full throttle while it bounced on the wake of another … It was fun. It was wild. Focus wasn’t to be had …)
Photo: R. RozenZvi
I see you
Taking steps
Into faith
And thin air,
Holding hope
Like a rickety railing
Buffeted by winds
That had blown away
Trust in
A safe step
Anywhere.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Translucent in 29 words
Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein
Little feet
Crossing stones
Little hand
Holding phone.
Do his toes
Marching on
Note how time
Isn’t gone?
Does his heart
Understand
How the stream
Breathes calm
Underneath
His young mind,
Singing songs
Burbling home?
For Nancy Merrill’s Photo a Week Challenge: Bridges
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
A look back
To what is a
Near future indeed
When snow will
Again
Take a seat
And winter will
Once more
Repeat.
Note: No filter was used. This was the actual monochrome light on a sudden snowy morning this past April.
For Cee’s Black and White Photo Challenge: Tables or chairs
Photo: Karen Forte
Glorious
Lava leaves
Melted the
Red heat of
Summer
Into a
Cooling gold
Of
Fall.
And Dawn’s Festival of Leaves Challenge
Matt tapped his lip and danced his foot but I knew it had nothing to do with planning his next move.
“Is your mom home?” he grumbled.
“Yep.”
“So?”
“She’s not going anyplace,” I answered.
“Not like she understands any of this.” Matt was too proud to admit that her presence affected his concentration.
“Tammy’s staying.”
He scowled but must’ve heard the edge in my voice, and dropped it.
No one messed with my little sister. Nonverbal doesn’t mean stupid. Also, Tammy was memorizing all his moves. She’d show me, and next time Matt and I play, I’d win.
For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers
He was coming home for the first time since and I wasn’t sure what to do with the mixture of emotions swirling in me.
Trepidation. Hope. Regret. Grief. … And woven between them the pleading thread that it will magically make it as if nothing had happened. For I wanted — oh, so wanted — to undo what could not be undone …
Nothing subdued the anxiety, so I just stood by the window and waited. For days now anything I touched and every room I’d entered was seen through his soon-to-come eyes: the new cover on the sofa, the oval mirror at the entryway that had replaced the one I’d broken in a fist of pain, the small rocking-chair just where it had always been. This window.
And the steps. The wretched spot where Ella’s head had hit so hard when she fell that the stair’s edge chipped.
“You should’ve watched her,” was all he’d said at the morgue. Or since.
Twelve months ago today.
(Wordcount: 162)
For the FFfAW writing challenge
Photo: Inbar Asif
Take heed where
Out of the blue
Slides a clear
Frozen flue,
Weeping ice
Telling you
That more change
Is in queue.
For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: Slippery
Photo: Amitai Asif
Side by side
Close together
They won’t really
Worry whether
There is sufficient
Personal space,
Just scoot a bit
And make a place
So this bed
Can rest another
Weary head.
For Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: places people live
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
Silver light danced on waves
Under skies of
Mercurial clouds,
And she pranced
On the sand
Tail up high
Free and proud.
(Note: No filter or editing was used on this photo. These were the true colors that day)
For Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: tongues and tails
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