Photo: Amitai Asif
Off they go
With the harp
And the sounds
In their hearts.
Off they go
To work hard
And music’s soul
To impart.
For Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Music
Harp’s Heart
Life and love
Memory Jar
Photo prompt: © Priya Bajpal
“Can I take one now?”
“Breakfast first.”
Deena sighed. She ate her oatmeal and drank her milk, but her eyes kept returning to the seashell table Dad had gotten for Mom. Before. To the jar that usually stood on the mantel. Since.
Finally, Grandma rose and put her mug in the sink.
Now that it was time, Deena hung back. She remembered filling the jar, with Grandma, after the accident, when memories were fresh and both their hearts were broken.
Grandma took her hand. “Come. Reach in. Pick one, and you’ll see – the right moment with them will find you.”
For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers
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Gentle Giant
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
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Peas in a Pod
Photo: Dvora Freedman
Like peas in a pod
They await
The day’s show.
Friends in flowers
And costumes
They’re alike
Yet I know,
Their hearts sing
Unique songs
I would like
To hear so!
For Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Pairs
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In Flight
Photo: Stephen Forte
In the slight pause between
Flapping up,
Flapping down,
Live the breath
And the lift
That propel
To carry on.
For the Photo for the Week challenge: Birds
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Reflecting On Reflection
Photo: Inbar Asif
Sky and clouds
Take a swim
As day fills
To the brim,
And the light
Lets you know:
As above
So below.
For the Sunday Stills challenge: Reflect
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Forgotten Foundations
Photo: Ofir Asif
“Will he come back?” Leah peered over the wall.
Rachel pulled her younger sibling back into the shade.
“Will he?” Leah pressed.
“I don’t know,” Rachel’s voice caught. She coughed to hide her fear. She’d break if her sister became frightened. It would make everything too real.
She didn’t know where they were. A car ride preceded a long hike into the desert and the nap in the ruins. “Best thing during the heat of the day,” Dad said.
He was gone by the time they woke, deserted like forgotten stones.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Foundations in 91 words
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Sailed Horizon
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
I will paddle into sunlight
Where the ocean
Kisses sky,
Where the sailboats’
Neat triangles
Patch the blue
With bits of pie.
For Nancy Merrill’s Photo A Week Challenge
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Not Minor
Photo: Adi Rozen-Zvi
You hold on in the mountains
Where the way of life you had fled
To protect
Has become
Tied into tourists arriving:
Some to gawk
Others to try and learn a bit about
Your rich traditions,
The pain and pride,
The dignity and patient ways,
The complicated significance
Of who you are
And may wish to remain
And how it is bound into the realities
Of avenues still open to you
In a country where you are
Curios and assets,
As well as precious human beings
Full of life and memories,
And to me rare less in your numbers
Than in the profound window
You open into the uniqueness of
Each one of us
And the minority we are or can be
At any time
To some.
For the Friday Foto Fun challenge: Minorities
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Out Of Shape?
Photo: Chagit Moriah-Gibor
If you are
Out of shape
Worry none
Worry naught,
For a log’s now
A bench
Where a rest can be
Sought.
For Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Geometric shape
Na'ama Yehuda 
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