Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
In the curl
Between inhale
And exhale
Breathes an ocean.
In it all
That can ebb
And will flow
As we come
And we go,
Scent of eons
And life
Surf to soul
Calming strife.
For dVerse Poetics: Comfort Smells
Ocean Breath
Author: Na'ama Yehuda
Big As The Sky
Photo: Adi Rozen-Zvi
Under big sky
Amid the sea
Big Buddha shows
The way to be
As people flock
Foreign and Thai
To pray for poise
In Wat Phra Yai.
For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: Go Big
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Back View
Photo: S. Asif
In the corner of sunlight
And painted leaves dancing bright
Sparkle water
And bridges
Flowing through
Life’s insight.
For A Photo a Week Challenge: From the Back
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The Interview
“How did I get here? Too many times of the world painting life in bleak pain and despair,” her wrinkled hand passed over a face lined with history and sorrow.
I looked down at my own hands, fingers marked with blots of ink. I never managed to learn how to hold writing implements far enough from the tip.
Mrs. Glendale leaned forward and her hand touched my knee. The attendant didn’t flinch but I held my breath and wondered, again, what made me choose the asylum for the criminally insane for my project.
“Whatever happens, child,” she whispered, “remember it is best for your heart to brandish hope, not revenge.”
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt
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Pink Duo
Photo: Chagit Moriah-Gibor
Come on Sis
Let us peek
Through the slats
On this bridge
At the world
That flows through
Underneath
Me and you.
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Fleecy Sky
Photo: Orly Fuchs Galchen
When the clouds
Wrap the heavens
With fleece specs
Lined to dry,
Will the skies
Warm the living
With dappled light
From on high?
For the Lens-Artist Photo Challenge: Look up
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Commuting Perspective
Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein
When stuck in stalled traffic
Or standing smooshed on the train
I remind myself how
For many
The commute is truly a strain.
For Sunday Stills: Transportation
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Pollinate Hope
Opuntia Flower (Photo: Amitai Asif)
In the prickliest places
Where the sun blazes hot
And the rain rarely stops
Lays a possible promise
For nectar
And hope.
For Cee’s Flower of the Day Challenge
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Pink Elephant
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
There’s a very pink
Elephant on the sidewalk
With nail polish
Half done.
Children stare
Babies point
But many others walk on.
As in many a living room
Where elephants silently stand,
Perhaps New York City adults
Aren’t easily stunned.
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Horse Spirit
Photo: Palaeolithic art at Foz Côa’s Archaeological Park, Portugal
“Why do you hit the rock with sharpened stones?”
Golin quaked under The Elder’s frown. It was forbidden to harm The Rocks That Shelter. The big stones protected them from biting teeth and snarling maws. They stopped the wind. They held back scorching sun. They reflected heat from fires.
And let flames paint shadows, Golin thought.
“He will drive away Horse Spirit and we will starve,” Morsen scowled predictably.
“Let him answer,” The Elder said.
Morsen seethed. The old man always favored Golin.
“The Rocks That Shelter do not anger when the fire lives in them,” Golin pointed at the dancing reflection on the wall.
“He makes no sense,” Morsen pouted. A few others nodded but The Elder’s stony gaze did not leave Golin’s face.
“They draw the fire near,” Golin stressed. Couldn’t they see? “Perhaps The Rocks That Shelter will welcome Horse Spirit and call it here.”
For What Pegman Saw: Douro, Portugal
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