Photo: Dvora Freedman
Hello there,
How are you, Ma’am?
I’ve missed a spot?
Oh well, oh damn.
There’s no perfection
On the lam
And I’ve really
Got to scram.
Have you seen some
Elves around?
I’ve been told to
Look for rainbows
At the end of
Traffic jams,
(And yes, I know the
Gold’s a scam
But I’ll still give it
An exam).
For Terri’s Sunday Stills: Green
Photo: Philip Coons
Among murals I
Would get
No prize for
Over talent,
But on this wall
I still get smiles
(And tissues for my
Exhalant …)
For Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Murals
“We’ll call him Friday,” Emmaline stated.
Roger glanced up. They’d just left the restaurant and he had urgent emails to check. “Call who?”
“Him.” She pointed toward the bike, which was parked across the alleyway between a bush and a wall.
He squinted and frowned simultaneously. Emmaline’s cryptic tendencies were sweet sometimes but annoying most other times.
He saw no one. His frown deepened. A stupid black cat perched on his bike’s seat, fur puffed as if it had just stuck a paw in a socket.
“See?” Emmaline laughed. “He adopted our bike on Black Friday. Let’s call him Friday.”
For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers
Photo: Philip Coons
Are they starting?
Oh, hold on!
You most certainly
Belong.
They did not invite
Your kin,
But I’m tall —
I’ll lift you
In.
After all,
Without us there,
History won’t be going
Anywhere.
For the Weekly Photo Challenge: Something that doesn’t belong
Photo: Y. Levenberg
Making foam of sky
With kicking feet
And screeching mouths,
Must be the new spin
Of a hit thing
Going around.
For Kammie’s Odd Ball Challenge
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
Photo: Karen Forte
In middle school the uniforms
Were yellow tops and blue skirts
For the girls,
Yellow tops and blue slacks
For the boys.
The hue of yellow
In the official
Button downs,
Was a pale shade that made
Even the ruddy
Cheeks of children
Wash out
In the sun.
I used to think perhaps
This was the only color
Merchants had on overstock
When the school had first opened:
A fabric rescued
After years of fade brought on
By being forgotten
By everyone.
Oh, it was a decent enough school,
With friends I have kept
In touch with since the
Beginning of Sixth Grade.
It was the yellow hue
That had me blue.
Decades passed
And while
The beauty and the range
Of it in nature
Does indeed move me to tears,
I’m yet to own
A yellow garment
Even after
All these years.
For Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Blue and Yellow
Photo: Karen Forte
Hello Mom
I have come
To help with
The clothes.
Can you see
Just how gentle
I am being
With those?
I did not bite a hole
Heel or toe
In the socks.
Nothing like
What I’d done
To the new
Garden hose.
For this week’s Tuesday Photo Challenge: Gentle
Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein
In the city where stairways
And buildings rise high
No surprise that car parks
Also aim for the sky …
Be aware it will take
Some time to dislodge
So it could be a tad tricky
To race out of Dodge…
For Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: engines and motors
Photo: Inbar Asif
This dung pie?
Don’t you try.
Ownership
He’ll deny.
He lives here
That is true,
But the poop
Ain’t his do.
He’s a stubborn
Old donkey,
And he’ll blame it
On Wonky.
For Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Farm animals
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