Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein
Eight brown ducks bobbing by
In the shade, under sky
Waiting for humans’ bread
To fall down on their head.
For August photo a day challenge
Eight Not Ate
Author: Na'ama Yehuda
Debunked
So the meetings that were called a lie
Had in fact taken place on the sly
And collusion repeatedly denied
Is now admitted as if justified
While a letter obviously dictated
Proves a propaganda calculated.
No question remains
For anyone who has brains
That those who yell out “Fake-news”
Are the ones who perjure and ruse
Just as they who the fact-finders accuse
Are the ones to truth molest and abuse.
Merriam-Webster’s word for August 8, 2018:
Debunk
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Long Unseen
Photo: Atara Katz
As the stories unfold
Pried from time’s
Stranglehold
Bit by bit
You’ll behold
What the fingers
Of old
Would have seen
Could have told.
For the d’Verse Poets challenge: Unseen Things
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Rows of Woe
Photo: Ofir Asif
For we owe
Them to know
How rows of woe
Not long ago
Came to show
What can grow
If we do not forgo
Those who kowtow
To the lowest of low.
For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: Row
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Stepped Up Conversation
Photo: Dvora Freedman
What did she want in that bottle?
What did the store owner allow?
Did her friend understand why it mattered
And how?
Did her own yellow sandals
That fit only sort of
Used to hang in the window
In a bag from above?
What words did they exchange?
Did the girl smile or sigh?
I look at this photo and wonder
What she had asked to buy.
For V.J.’s Weekly Challenge #10: Conversation
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Bereft Of Hope
Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com
If you feel bereft of hope
In view of those who lead
Not by honor
But deceit;
Hold on to the voice of people
Rising
To relieve
Those who cherish false and greed
From the path of harm
They have conceived.
Be strong
Even as you are now
Understandably
Bereaved.
For there will be better days
Ahead
Where heart
Over current swamp,
Succeeds.
Merriam-Webster’s word for August 5, 2018:
Bereft
This post continues the blogging challenge in which Merriam-Webster’s Word of the Day, serves as inspiration a-la the “Daily Prompt.”
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Blue Lass
Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein
Does she yet
In the tower
Await
For the draw
Of a knight
In the simmering
Light,
Or do blue
Evenings
Now pass
Inked by
No pining
Lass?
For the Lens-Artists photo challenge: Blue
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Flipper Friends
Photo: Osnat Halperin-Barlev
There is nothing more lovely
Than riding in pair
Over waves
Under skies
Skimming high
Fins in air.
For the Sunday Stills photo challenge: Friend
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Rawson Rise
Rawson Lake; photo: Jack Ng
It was their last day by the lake. The weather was perfect and the air was so crisp it squeaked. She inhaled deeply, savoring every moment. By that time tomorrow she’d be stuck in rush-hour traffic.
“See?” he pointed. “Even wood can’t keep its head above water at some point.”
She snuck a hand into his and squeezed. She wished she could give him sips of this place during what was to come. She wished she could tell him this round wouldn’t be as difficult as the ones before. That this one would work. She didn’t know if to hope or fear it being the last. It shattered her that she no longer knew what he hoped for.
She gathered the light around her, kissed his baldness, and rose to stand.
“For now, my love, let’s float.”
For What Pegman Saw: Rawson Lake Canada
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Bottle Dance
Photo: Atara Katz
If you come atop such
Bottled up
Glass
Be sure to not
Pass
Such opportune
Moment
For an impromptu
Dance class.
For the Wits End Photo Challenge: Illusions
Na'ama Yehuda 
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