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
Flipper Friends
Life and love
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
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Not All Is Lost
PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook
They were always getting blown out of their homes. She couldn’t stand it. She knew how it felt to be homeless, especially for a youngling. And she’d seen the devastation of parents who’d returned to find some force had swept their babies off to unknown and worse places. She knew about being lost.
She was going to stop it.
At least for them.
Surely if she built it, they will come.
She kept checking and almost despaired, but one morning … there they were.
“Welcome home,” she whispered to the first eggs laid.
For Friday Fictioneers, August 3, 2018
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Musical Muse
Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein
They emerge deep at night
To play tunes out of sight
Giants, trolls, hoards of sprites
To the bridge they alight
Where they’ll sing till first light.
If you listen, you might
Catch a tune fleeting bright
Ode to sax stuck upright.
For the A Photo A Week Challenge: Music
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Her Best Dress
Photo by Prince Akachi via Unsplash
“Come.” She said. She pulled him up and dried his face with the edge of her best dress.
“Where?” He hiccupped, too spent for sobs. Everything hurt.
“Away.” Her voice was soft but hard. “We’ll be miles from here by the time he wakes up.”
For Three Line Tales, Week 131
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Silent No More
Photo: Dvora Freedman
In the restless nights
They walked
Silent in the desert
Stalked
While the prowlers
Rose to halt
And turn hope
To anguished fault.
But we’ll silent be
No more
For those who had been harmed
Before.
And we will raise our voice
To show
That cruelty we will not
Let grow.
For dVerse Poets: Sounds of Silence
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Musket Madness
Plastic muskets laid bare
To the earth and the air
As rogue arms on a dare
Sought excuse to declare
Every day a warfare
Blood and death everywhere
By a print left to share
As weak minds to beware
Turn stale rage to nightmare
While those who ought be aware
Turn blind eye to despair
By their greed fast ensnared.
Merriam-Webster’s word for July 31, 2018:
Musket
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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Fields of Gold
Photo: Osnat Halperin-Barlev
Fields of Gold
You’ll remember me when the west wind moves upon the fields of barley
You’ll forget the sun in his jealous sky as we walk in fields of gold
So she took her love for to gaze awhile upon the fields of barley
In his arms she fell as her hair came down among the fields of gold
Will you stay with me, will you be my love among the fields of barley?
We’ll forget the sun in his jealous sky as we lie in fields of gold
See the west wind move like a lover so upon the fields of barley.
Feel her body rise when you kiss her mouth among the fields of gold
I never made promises lightly and there have been some that I’ve broken
But I swear in the days still left we’ll walk in fields of gold
We’ll walk in fields of gold
Many years have passed since those summer days among the fields of barley
See the children run as the sun goes down among the fields of gold
You’ll remember me when the west wind moves upon the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky when we walked in fields of gold
When we walked in fields of gold, when we walked in fields of gold
(Songwriters: Dannii Minogue, Gordon Summer, Henrik Johan Korpi, Karen Poole, Mathias Johanson)
Here’s the version as sang by Sting in 1993:
And one of my favorite renditions by Eva Cassidy (RIP, Eva, your music goes on):
For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: Field
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Tempestuous Times
Photo: cmurrey, Flickr
“These are tempestuous times,” she said
And her strong hands wrung the laundered sheets
To squeeze out suds
As she would want
To push out infiltrated evil.
“I’ve seen hardship before,” she stirred
The linens
In the boiling vat,
Simmering the despair
Till it foamed and evaporated
Into bleached hope.
“Wrong does not last,” she rinsed
And wrung
And shook
And hung
The wash
Till it fluttered
Free
To dry,
Only the barest of stains
Still visible
In the sun.
Merriam-Webster’s word for July 30, 2018:
Tempestuous
This post continues the blogging challenge in which Merriam-Webster’s Word of the Day, serves as inspiration a-la the “Daily Prompt.”
Want to join me? Feel free to link to this post on your blog, and/or post a link to your blogpost in the comment section below so others can enjoy it, too. Poetry, photography, short stories, anecdotes: Go for it!
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Na'ama Yehuda 
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