Photo: Inbar Asif
Down the slippery slope
Of icy past
And current treachery
They go,
Balancing precariously
On the edge of
What to do
With what they know.
For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: Slope
Slippery Slope
Caution
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
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Rail Road
Photo: Philip Coons
Where the rail
Meets the road
And the gravel
Kisses tracks,
Linger not
At the cross-point.
For the trains
Will chug on
And engines run
Because they can.
For the Which Way Challenge
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Mirrored World
Photo: Amitai Asif
Where does solid begin?
Where does the liquid end?
Do the depths mirror
What lurks behind the bend?
Does the murk hold the answer?
Does the shimmer hide foe?
Will you know where to dive
And where you should not go?
For the Lens’ Artists Photo Challenge: Reflections
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No Chicken, No Egg.
Photo: An Errant Knight @ Wikimedia Commons
“The sign says not to hike beyond this point.”
“Signs can’t talk,” Jerry guffawed, “and anyway, that’s just legal butt-covering.”
Robert looked at the icy terrain. It looked awfully slippery. It was getting late and they still needed to hike back. He didn’t think they should continue. He also hated being Nagging Grandma. He shrugged.
Bennett elbowed him and pushed to the lead. “Well, I’m no sissy. All the fun’s up there. Road less traveled and all that.”
Robert’s neck warmed at the insult. Bennett always had to make things a competition, including who was Jerry’s ‘real’ friend and who the fifth-wheeler.
“You coming or you chicken?” Bennett sniggered.
“Last one up’s a rotten egg!” Jerry grinned.
The two barreled ahead.
Robert trudged below them, full of dread.
Later he would wonder how to tell their parents that chicken and rotten egg were the last words they ever said.
For What Pegman Saw: Bridal Veil Falls, Utah
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Egged On
Photo: Amitai Asif
Beware the prod
When arrows nod.
Their seeming prompt
May in fact be
The footprints stomped
To show the real way
Out the swamp.
For The Daily Post
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Risky Paths
Photo: Ofir Asif
It is okay to see the risk
And not step
Fully
Into it.
Courage does not always
Mean
Precarious
Heaving ho.
Perilous paths
Indeed at times
Need forging,
But aren’t
All
Tests of
True bravery,
When often enough
The careful way
Around
Is a daring
Opportunity.
For The Daily Post
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Ode to Tentative
Photo: Osnat Halperin-Barlev
When faced with rough terrain ahead
Or uneven steps that may
Hold the potential
For plunging
Into pain
Or disruption:
Proceed with care.
Caution does not mean
Cowardice.
Bluster and bold moves do not denote
Good reason.
Determination often means
Holding on
To what railing is available
And bending down
To circumstance
So one may reach
Desired heights
Without the disservice
Of overzealous
Pride
To
Detriment.
For The Daily Post
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Before
Before you lash out,
Hesitate.
Before you wit your words to punch,
Take pause.
Before you bully to submission
Before you weave a snarky thread
To tie another’s tongue
Before you bask in righteous indignation
Before you bathe in perceived superiority
Of color
Nationality
Views
Beliefs
Affiliation
Possessions
Excess …
Breathe a moment
To consider
And re-assess
The empty value
The pseudo-justification
In power used
To inflict hurt.
For The Daily Post
Na'ama Yehuda 
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