Photo: Philip Coons
Where the rail
Meets the road
And the gravel
Kisses tracks,
Linger not
At the cross-point.
For the trains
Will chug on
And engines run
Because they can.
For the Which Way Challenge
Rail Road
Life and love
Rock Gathering
Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein
Gather ’round the rocks
As daylight lingers
Onto land,
And sunlight’s fingers
Tickle children
In windowed shade
And sun.
Gather ’round the City’s park
To frolic
As Spring comes,
And as the promise
Of green growth
Comes closer
Dawn by dawn.
(While today is the Spring Equinox, the photo itself is more promise than reality … for the trees in Central Park are yet to bud and green, but soon they will … and so the photo holds a sight near to be seen …)
For Wits-Ends Weekly Photo Challenge: Gatherings
For Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Shadows
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Meet The Rain
Photo prompt: Dale Rogerson
“I want to go up, Papa!”
He looked down at the downy head, at the small frail finger pointing at the Big Wheel. “It is too high, Son.”
Your heart can’t take the excitement, he thought but didn’t say. The rain made tracks on his cheeks but he didn’t wipe them. The hospital said he could take the boy home. There was not much they could do for his son anymore.
“I want to go up, Papa,” the child insisted. “I want to meet the rain there. It will be my friend tomorrow … when I go live in the sky.”
For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers
- Dedicated with much love to E., who I’m certain is excellent friends with the sky and the rain … and whose promise to send “hellos with the rain” broke our hearts even as it had become the gift of healing and courage to her parents.
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World Wonder
Photo: Amitai Asif
No mortar
No wheel
No motors to wield,
Yet time
And the elements
Toppled not what they’d built.
The wonder, the magic,
The near perfect
Craftsmanship:
Machu Picchu
Continues
To hold awe
In its grip.
For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: Wonder
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Peru Proud
Photo: Amitai Asif
There she stands,
Belongs,
Enlivened
By the land
That mountains birthed,
And the knowledge
Of the power
That she holds
Through Mother Earth.
For the Photo for the Week Challenge: portrait
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A Bell To Tell
Photo: Smadar Halperin-Ephstein
What lesson does history tell
Of shattered bits,
And scratched on bells?
Can peals of old
Be heard
Be said
So we not ruin
What’s ahead?
For the Lens-Artists Photo Challenge: History
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Keen Green
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
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Reclaimed Royalty
Lord O’Neill’s Cottage, Ram’s Island (from article in the Dublin Penny journal – 1830s)
He’d come from royalty. Or at least from those who should’ve been but history had been too blind to realize their value. He’d seen promise in his older brother James: a lust for power and a need to force his will onto others. But James hadn’t shown enough self-preservation for a prince. A pity … but at least it left no issue of seniority.
Since childhood the conspiring doctors tried to claim him ill with “grandiosity.”
His mother failed to see. “We come from farmers, Thomas. Always have.”
Perhaps she truly believed her forefathers were but serfs to the O’Neills, but he knew better. He’d seen himself in the drawing, and it fit what he’d always known: He was destined for more, a royal progeny.
He’d take the island by force. It’ll make them realize it was past time he reclaimed what was his by rights, even if forgotten by history.
For What Pegman Saw: Northern Ireland
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Have Heart For A Better Humanity
Photo: Monique Laats on Pexels.com
When a place of worship crumbles
Into hell of gore and pain,
And the sorrows of the many
Become what connects us all again,
Know that care can conquer ugly
And that compassion outdoes hate’s disdain,
As long as we eject terror
To heed the better, deeper call,
That anything that harms our kinship
Diminishes the very core of all,
Just as anything that builds it
Can lead humanity to standing tall.
For Debbie’s Six Word Saturday
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A Fleeting Equilibrium
Photo: Tina Nord on Pexels.com
She held her breath and waited for the instant
In time
Where Earth’s equator passed through
The center of the sun.
Imperfectly balanced
As it was
By arcs and tilt and latitudes,
She cared not about
The argument that it could never be
In ideal form,
Or that the exact timing
Varied
With convictions
And perceptions of the mind.
She paused nonetheless,
Determined
To witness the fleeting equilibrium
Of light and dark,
And the shift of balance
That it could,
perhaps today, allow.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Equinox in 83 words
Na'ama Yehuda 
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