Photo: Atara Katz
It is what you call home
Even as you go places
A way to settle in
Anywhere
In small spaces.
Come along
For the ride
Dolphin will be your
Guide.
For Wits End Photo Challenge: Transportation
Dolphin Travel
Muse and Flow
Path Advice
Photo: Ofir Asif
In the deserts of life
When it seems that oases you’ve taken for granted
Have forgotten
Marked paths,
Don’t ignore painted signs
Of the flags of times past.
The direction you take may determine
If your very next steps
Lead to hope
Or end up being
Your last.
For Cee’s Which Way Photo Challenge
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Timely Sign
It is a sign of the times
It is a heartache due noting
And why all must not minimize
The essential role of fair voting.
For Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge
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Up Swing
Image credit Gamze Bozkaya via Unsplash
“Hang on tight!” Mermee called
And she launched
Wings unfold
O’er fields
Mountains old.
And below her
I swung
My heart in my throat
Rung
As below me unfolded
Hope and fear, life remolded.
Till claws
Let go
And I fell.
Morning broke
My dream’s spell.
For The MMLM Photo Challenge
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A Global Warning
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson
They said it would get warm, but they didn’t say how quickly or how relentlessly. He thought it would take decades.
He was wrong.
Trees still foliaged but most other plants withered. Same for people.
It killed the young, old, weak, and callous. The talking heads had babbled about it before TV stopped. They couldn’t justify cooling the studios when the grid struggled to air-condition hospitals. Not that the latter did much good.
He sighed and retreated from the window. Ignored his daughter’s empty bed. They were warned. By the time they deigned to listen, it was already too late.
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Mountain Mural
Photo: Inbar Asif
One night when the moon was bright
Elves brought brushes in the night
And they painted till the morn
Stories that the rocks adorn
For the humans to remind
Of what should not be left behind.
For Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Mural
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Come Play!
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
My pink shoes are a mess
But I’m in no distress.
I have been in the dust
For elephants it’s a must.
I’m a fierce one, you see
Will you come play with me?
For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: Play
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Cookie Crumble
Photo by Cook Eat on Pexels.com
It is the cookie that she wants
No teddy bear, no owl, no bunny.
It is the cookie that she holds
In hand, not in her tummy.
She takes it with her to the park
She holds it all through bedtime story.
She’d bring it right into the bath
To her it’s mandatory.
Her mother sighs
Because she knows:
It is the cookie that will crumble
All over blanket, sheets, and pillow.
The cookie that she’ll have to pry the last remains of
From her child’s hand tomorrow.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt
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Ocean Ohm
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
As the world tilts between breath
And release,
As the sea ebbs and flows
Into peace,
I remember my core
The heartbeat
Of my soul,
Batteries filled again
Making my spirit
Whole.
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Mercurial
“I met that man before I got here,” James had whispered while they were getting shackled for the long bus ride to the mines. The three of them were part of a shipment of fifteen long-faced youths in assorted shirts and pants. Their jail considered itself cutting-edge in social reformation. Same reason wardens used the euphemism “bunkmates” instead of “cellmates”: sounded better. Wearing donated clothes that inmates washed themselves was considered rehabilitative. A life-skill of boxers and holey socks hung on bunk-rungs to dry.
“What man?” Bobby had asked.
“Someone,” James had hissed. James always knew “someone.” Rarely closely—he had a knack for making people angry. As soon as Marcus learned the word “mercurial,” he knew exactly whom it fit. James had been raised by a gang, and if that group was anything like the bunch he himself had run with, in which individuals turned against each other to gain favor with the marshals, Marcus doubted gang life taught good friendships.
(Excerpt from “Apples in Applath”)
Merriam-Webster’s word for July 15, 2018:
Mercurial
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