Photo: Adi Rozen-Zvi
In a mountain village
By a wooden slide
A plastic trike
Awaits a ride.
For a playground isn’t
Fully sound
Without some wheels
To go around.
For Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Bicycles, Tricycles, etc
Got Wheels
Muse and Flow
Merry Berry
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
Wishing you a joy
So merry
Under mistletoe’s
Red berries,
And a sparkle
In your heart
As holidays
A cheer impart.
Merry Christmas to all who celebrate it!
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Blush Blessing
Photo: Atara Katz
May your day be lit
By sun
And new grown things
On path to home
And love within.
May the closing year
Bring calm
And blushing joy
And flowered hope
For what begins.
For Sunday Stills: Something Red
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Mirrored World
Photo: Amitai Asif
Where does solid begin?
Where does the liquid end?
Do the depths mirror
What lurks behind the bend?
Does the murk hold the answer?
Does the shimmer hide foe?
Will you know where to dive
And where you should not go?
For the Lens’ Artists Photo Challenge: Reflections
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Not Yet History
Photo: Tomasz Mikolajczyk on Pexels
“Are these from olden times?” the boy’s eyes were round with wonder.
“Not so olden,” his mother sighed. “We have some in our bomb-shelter. Everyone was fitted with a gas mask during the Gulf War. We had to carry it everywhere. Even preschoolers like you.”
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Mask in 45 words
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If Eyes Could Speak
Photo: Dvora Freedman
If eyes could speak,
They’d tell of roads
No one should take,
And hardship that
Does not build,
But breaks.
If eyes could speak,
They’d share the stories
Of long paths,
That some must walk
With shattered hearts.
If eyes could speak,
They’d share hope, too.
For being seen
Brings light into
What one must know,
And one must do.
For Nancy Merrill’s a Photo a Week challenge: Eyes
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Next Level Parking
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
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The Long Ride
Photo: Harpal Singh via Unsplash
They rode long through the dark
After closing the park
Wooden horses a-spiral in endless embark.
For the Three Line Tales Challenge
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Tomorrow’s Memory
Photo: Adam Ickes
“They do not remember who they are.”
The old man’s voice was somber without judgment. A skill born of patience shaped by the combined weights of history and time.
“It is why I brought them here.”
The elder regarded his visitor. His dark eyes pools of wisdom deeper than the lines upon his skin.
A silence stretched.
“They will not find it in this place,” Sorrowful Skies said finally.
Disappointment filled the woman’s face.
“They will sleep in the lodge tonight,” he added. “Tomorrow, they will walk like their ancestors. In bare feet on breathing land. Then they will remember.”
For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers
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A House’s Prayer
Photo: Philip Coons
Empty window
Recalls
Days of voice,
Filled up halls.
Rocking chair
Holds the space
For creaky floors
Under pace.
Tattered curtains
Still long
For a hand
To belong.
The old house
Holds its breath.
When time spins
Back again,
They will come back.
Amen.
For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: Anticipation
Na'ama Yehuda 
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