Photo: Ofir Asif
Climb up
From the abyss
Toward the sun
Upon
The meadows.
Climb up
From way beneath
To where clouds are
The only
Shadows.
For Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Chutes and ladders
Climb Up
Poetry
Tropical Trio
Ko Samui Tropical Trio 1; Photo: Naama Yehuda
Ko Samui Tropical Trio 2; Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
Ko Samui Tropical Trio 3; Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
As the storm rolled in
And rain took hold,
Mountains cowered
Under fog.
Note: The above photos were taken within minutes of each other last August in Thailand, as I took an afternoon walk on the beach and a fast-moving tropical storm sped in and essentially cloaked the mountains.
For Nancy Merrill’s Photo a Week Challenge: Three of a kind
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Wheel No More
Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein
It went up.
It went down.
It went all the slow way
Around.
It’s no more
Nor the store
But it sure was
There
Before.
For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: Wheel
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Up in Shame
Photo: Pixabay on Pexels.com
When the world hollows out
And the sun cooks up blame,
Don’t forget there were times
When we’d known
The con-game,
And yet chose –
To our shame –
Truth’s very core to
Maim.
We allowed
A shell-game
To carve the Earth
Up
In flames.
For dVerse Quadrille Monday: Up
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Moody Monday
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
Silver water rides small ripples
On the rise and fall
Of light,
As the clouds,
Heavily burdened,
Hold the rain
Till dark
Of night.
For the Photo For the Month prompt: Moody
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The Fifth
Me, telling stories at 10 months
Fifth of seven, all girls, I was born
Telling tales.
Far enough to duck rules
For first, middle, or last,
I grabbed place
To be me
And held on
Talking fast.
As what shouldn’t be
Grew
And real life wove
Impossible,
Words remained
Nonetheless
In my soul
In my brain,
To be clasped
And sustain
Life and joy
Times again.
For Terri’s Sunday Stills Challenge: Fifth
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The Silent Dunes
Photo: Ofir Asif
Walk about
The quiet earth
Where water used
To rush.
Meander in
The silent dunes
That nestle elder
Paths.
Wander into
Times long past
That witnessed nature’s
Wrath,
And let the calm
Like ancient balm
Seep through your
Whole
Into your soul,
To nourish you
With hush.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Meander in 47 words
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Falling Skies
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
The skies aren’t falling
About our ears
In a squall
Of rain,
Nor in white flakes
That slough off
Of clouds
Again.
These skies are falling,
Bit by bit,
In tears
Orphaned
By pain,
And lost in hollows
Fed by
Hate
That’s allowed to
Remain.
For Linda Hill’s SoCS prompt: Fall from the sky
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Learned Limbo
Photo: Stephen Paris on Pexels.com
It has long lain
In limbo,
All voices ebbed
Into dust.
As silent letters
On chalkboard,
Watch the desks
Left to rust.
At one time
Children chanted,
Poems rose
Learned by heart.
But they’d grown
And time hastened.
School-house days
Did not last.
Now it sits,
Heart quite emptied,
And still waits
For the past.
For the dVerse Challenge: Limbo
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The Eyes Have It
Photo: Dvora Freedman
There are stories,
In there,
Behind the dark irises’
Glare.
More than words,
Being said,
With her piercing eyes
Instead.
For Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Eyes
Na'ama Yehuda 
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