Niche by Niche

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Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein

 

Roofed in green

Curves of foliage

They stand chiseled

And skilled,

Each a niche

Dedicated

To the men of

The guild.

 

 

For the Lens-Artist Challenge: curves

 

Evening Leap

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Photo: Nattu Adnan via Unsplash

 

He still seeks to speak with fish

Before night claims their beloved beach

But she’d smiled enough goodbyes, to rise into her evening leap.

 

 

 

For Three Line Tales

 

Vintage Ride

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Photo: Atara Katz

 

As you rumble along

Under skies

Blue like song,

Do you travel

Afar

To the past

In this car?

What new memories

You’d share

Of what’s found

Over there?

Do days gone

Still speed on

Scene by scene

Gray and green

By the glean

Of your machine?

 

 

For the Sunday Stills Challenge: Vintage

 

 

Under Cloudy Skies

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Photo: Na’ama Yehuda

 

Mountains brood

Under skies

Packed with cotton

Piled high

Wrapped in shadows

Near by.

Afternoon

In Chiang Mai.

 

 

For the Wits-End Weekly Photo Challenge: Under Cloudy Skies

 

Windowed

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Photo: Inbar Asif

 

“They’re all old,” the guide gestured, “but some are worse off than others, for they are windowed.”

“Age does not make a building old,” he explained. “Even if sooner or later years form spider webs of fine cracks on every wall, those are just realities built by time. The product of life.”

“But these ones,” his hand rose in half-salute, half-point toward a row of especially dilapidated shutters, “they are windowed.”

When our faces must have told him we still hadn’t the story he’d wanted be told, he sighed and took pity on us. So privileged we had to be to not have lived what would have let us understand the depth of meaning in his words.

“Rooms empty of everything but ruined dreams. Windows widowed of hope. Houses like these go beyond broken relics. Some had gone so long bereft of young ones to gaze through their portals in a waking dream, that short of a miracle to breathe life back into them, they are windowed: dried to the bone of sound, stripped of souls, ready to fall.”

 

 

For V.J.’s Weekly Challenge: Windows

 

Harp’s Heart

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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

 

 

Gentle Giant

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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

 

Peas in a Pod

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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

 

In Flight

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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