Photo: Amitai Asif
We can disagree
Without being disagreeable.
Reflections
Bayou Bridged
City Park, New Orleans (Photo: en.wikipedia.org)
They always met in the park. There were spirits there, too, of course: The drowned. The lost. The desperate. The abandoned young. However, these tended to be the milder spirits, mellowed by moss and rain and the freedom to roam on whispery winds. House spirits were harsher, meaner, and angrier. They carried histories of rape and whippings and the smaller everyday murders that chip at a soul until there is nothing left but agony and bitterness.
It was better to meet in the park, on a bridge between this world and the other, chiseled by masons, anchored by time.
She lowered herself onto the top stair and waited. She’d hear him come, but she would not turn. He did not bear to be looked upon.
“I will take him across,” he’d said when they last met. And he had. It was a gentle death.
Now it was her mother’s time.
For What Pegman Saw
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White Gold
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
Atop a daisy’s crown
Of petaled
White
A bee hovers
Set to hold
The pollen sought
Like precious
Gold.
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Behind Closed Doors
Photo: Inbar Asif
Decades shut
Behind closed shores
What old stories
Had you told
Of not so distant
Wars?
Weathered by
Time and lore
What future resides
Behind Cuba’s
Sealed doors?
For the Weekly Photo Challenge: Door closes
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Potential
Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein
From shade onto sunlight
From old bricks
To plastered walls,
She gazed out
To the terrace
And a horizon
Pregnant with
Potential
Rainfall.
For Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge
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Mirrored
Photo: R. Rozen-Zvi
The soft brown curls
Sweetly turned back
Away from images
She’ll track
As she grows older
And discovers
Mirrored reflections
Of her self
And others.
For the Photo a Week Challenge: Through glass
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Witch Size
Photo: Philip Coons
It’s a one stop
Shop
For brooms
And brushes,
Guaranteed to
Save you any
Crashes.
Fit for any
Odd size
Witch,
Come right in
The selection is
Rich.
For Kammie’s Oddball Challenge
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Birthday Surprise
PHOTO PROMPT © Jilly Funell
Her heart fluttered in her chest. She wiped sweaty palms on her jeans and tugged her cap lower on her head to manage jitters and glare.
She’d worked on this all summer. In secret. His birthday surprise.
She moved closer to the building, automatically scanning the terrain even though she knew it like the back of her hand.
There he was, waiting.
“Hi Dad!”
His face lit up and he and turned toward the elevator. “I’ll call it for you.”
“It’s okay, Dad,” she grinned and pushed up from the wheelchair. “Just give me your arm. I can walk up.”
For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers
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Ducky Reflections
Photo: Inbar Asif
Is the duck in the water?
Is the duck in the sky?
Is she swimming to perch
On a roof dunked nearby?
Did the house lean to water
Does the mud, garden make?
Are my eyes seeing mirrors
Is my mind still awake?
For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: Reflection
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Sawatdi-kha
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
Deep in ocean
She greets you
With palms pressed
In hello,
As you marvel
The glory
Of rocks carved
By time’s flow,
And the riches
Half-hidden
In turquoise waters
Below.
Note: “Sawatdi-kah” is the female form (said by females) of Thai greeting, often along with a “Wai” (a slight bow with palms pressed together).
For Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Places people visit
Na'ama Yehuda 
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