
Photo: Adi Rozen-Zvi
A pink perch
For the flutter
A brief pause
On the fly
For the moment
That lapses
As a breath
Passes by.

Photo: Adi Rozen-Zvi
A pink perch
For the flutter
A brief pause
On the fly
For the moment
That lapses
As a breath
Passes by.
All was set for the service.
Programs lounged on chairs in the next room. The adequately melancholy music played. Discrete tissue boxes rested at either end of the first row.
She waited as heels clicked on marble and black fabrics swished and the somber faces of acquaintances, rearranged for the occasion, nodded at her. She endured the hugs and shoulder pats and too-long handshakes. She breathed through the words.
The room quieted.
She rose and stared at the ornate urn on the dais before turning to face the living.
“You should know,” she began, “that Dad was not a good man.
For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers

Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
Take heart
Even when reality
Would bleed it dry
With injustice
And stale pride.
Be heartened
By the strength
Of those who wait out
The belligerent
And will not see
Truth and decency
Denied.
For Cee’s Black & White Photo challenge

Photo: Dvora Freedman
May you always have a gentle place
To lounge with friends
And swing,
And bloom,
And sing.

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

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

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

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

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

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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