Photo: Dvora Freedman
What did she want in that bottle?
What did the store owner allow?
Did her friend understand why it mattered
And how?
Did her own yellow sandals
That fit only sort of
Used to hang in the window
In a bag from above?
What words did they exchange?
Did the girl smile or sigh?
I look at this photo and wonder
What she had asked to buy.
For V.J.’s Weekly Challenge #10: Conversation
Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com
If you feel bereft of hope
In view of those who lead
Not by honor
But deceit;
Hold on to the voice of people
Rising
To relieve
Those who cherish false and greed
From the path of harm
They have conceived.
Be strong
Even as you are now
Understandably
Bereaved.
For there will be better days
Ahead
Where heart
Over current swamp,
Succeeds.
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Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein
Does she yet
In the tower
Await
For the draw
Of a knight
In the simmering
Light,
Or do blue
Evenings
Now pass
Inked by
No pining
Lass?
For the Lens-Artists photo challenge: Blue
Photo: Osnat Halperin-Barlev
There is nothing more lovely
Than riding in pair
Over waves
Under skies
Skimming high
Fins in air.
For the Sunday Stills photo challenge: Friend
Rawson Lake; photo: Jack Ng
It was their last day by the lake. The weather was perfect and the air was so crisp it squeaked. She inhaled deeply, savoring every moment. By that time tomorrow she’d be stuck in rush-hour traffic.
“See?” he pointed. “Even wood can’t keep its head above water at some point.”
She snuck a hand into his and squeezed. She wished she could give him sips of this place during what was to come. She wished she could tell him this round wouldn’t be as difficult as the ones before. That this one would work. She didn’t know if to hope or fear it being the last. It shattered her that she no longer knew what he hoped for.
She gathered the light around her, kissed his baldness, and rose to stand.
“For now, my love, let’s float.”
For What Pegman Saw: Rawson Lake Canada
Photo: Atara Katz
If you come atop such
Bottled up
Glass
Be sure to not
Pass
Such opportune
Moment
For an impromptu
Dance class.
For the Wits End Photo Challenge: Illusions
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One cannot pacify hatred
By fueling more hate,
Just as violence will not be calmed
Via harming.
Arguments aren’t settled
When truths are shut up,
Nor can peace be made by
The war-glorifying.
There is no equality
While oppression is sought
And brutality cannot
Bring on healing.
So rallies where ‘greatness’
Is clothed in cruel acts
Breed not power nor awe
But disdain,
As leadership’s hubris is paid
By the vulnerable
Again and again.
This post continues the blogging challenge in which Merriam-Webster’s Word of the Day, serves as inspiration a-la the “Daily Prompt.”
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They were always getting blown out of their homes. She couldn’t stand it. She knew how it felt to be homeless, especially for a youngling. And she’d seen the devastation of parents who’d returned to find some force had swept their babies off to unknown and worse places. She knew about being lost.
She was going to stop it.
At least for them.
Surely if she built it, they will come.
She kept checking and almost despaired, but one morning … there they were.
“Welcome home,” she whispered to the first eggs laid.
For Friday Fictioneers, August 3, 2018
Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein
They emerge deep at night
To play tunes out of sight
Giants, trolls, hoards of sprites
To the bridge they alight
Where they’ll sing till first light.
If you listen, you might
Catch a tune fleeting bright
Ode to sax stuck upright.
For the A Photo A Week Challenge: Music
Photo by Prince Akachi via Unsplash
“Come.” She said. She pulled him up and dried his face with the edge of her best dress.
“Where?” He hiccupped, too spent for sobs. Everything hurt.
“Away.” Her voice was soft but hard. “We’ll be miles from here by the time he wakes up.”
For Three Line Tales, Week 131
Author Aspiring
Poets Pub
Jagah Dil Mein Honi Chahiye- Stories Have A Life Of Their Own
capturing memories one moment at a time
Improving travel photography one step at a time.
Fun, Fitness & Photography
Learning and teaching the art of composition.
The little and large things making my life delicious!
Growing older is inevitable. Growing up is optional.
Echoes of Life, Love and Laughter
"Once the travel bug bites there is no known antidote, and I know that I shall be happily infected until the end of my life" - Michael Palin
...and now she has a blog about this, that and the other thing.
Learning and teaching marine biology
KL Caley - Novel Ideas
Loving Life On and Off the Tracks
following the bouncing ball across the world
where the arts meet and are forever changing
A Jaipur Blog. Picture, Sights & stories from the Pink City.
