It’s A Breeze

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Photo: Na’ama Yehuda

 

Ripples speed

With the breeze

Whipping small waves

With ease

On the surface

Of these

Waters guarded

By trees.

 

 

For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: Breeze

 

Next Level Parking

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Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein

 

In the city where stairways

And buildings rise high

No surprise that car parks

Also aim for the sky …

Be aware it will take

Some time to dislodge

So it could be a tad tricky

To race out of Dodge…

 

 

For Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: engines and motors

 

 

City Block

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Photo: Na’ama Yehuda

 

In less toured

But more lived-in

Where the city

Does sleep,

Amidst tall

Modern buildings

Walk-up homes

Wrapped in trees.

 

 

For the Sunday Stills challenge: in your town

For the Sunday Trees challenge

Yellow Tressed

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Photo: Na’ama Yehuda

 

Dressed not in flowers

But leaves

It still glory

Receives,

Glowing without

Reserve

To the accolades

It deserves.

 

 

For Cee’s FOTD Challenge

Commuting Perspective

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Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein

 

When stuck in stalled traffic

Or standing smooshed on the train

I remind myself how

For many

The commute is truly a strain.

 

For Sunday Stills: Transportation

 

A Shared World

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Central Park, NYC; Photo: Na’ama Yehuda

 

In the midst of the bustle,

The hectic,

The cramped,

A shared world

Sprawls lush green:

Just a few steps

Within

A deep breath

And some peace

To partake in.

 

 

For Cee’s Share Your World Challenge

What Noise?

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Photo: Inbar Asif

 

“I cannot stand the city,” they said,

Homesick for dark, wooded silence.

“It’s all clamor and racket.”

 

“It’s my refuge,” he smiled

At the trucks, people, sirens.

“The streets thrum the best lullaby…”

 

 

For The Daily Post

City Symphony

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The Other NYC” ; Photo credit: Inge Vandormael

 

There is the hum of traffic in soft undertone. The contralto of people punctuated by the crescendo of a child who was refused a treat or dropped his toy. The bark of dogs weaves in: one low and deep, another yipping in the determination of the pocket-small. A truck lumbers over a rut in the road, a phone rings, a door slams. A bus beeps as it kneels for passengers, again when it rises up. An ambulance wails, its falsetto undulating in inverse proportions to distance and urgency. A firetruck follows in a fortissimo of horns. In the relative silence that ensues, a bird chirps and a pigeon coos response. Pianissimo. The city breathes. Then a traffic light changes, a motor revs, and a few notes of rap beat an open-window-escape. Another bus rolls to a stop, beep-kneels, sighs-up. More people’s voices modulate the presto of a toddler’s laugh. The rumbling of a motorcycle answers the low groan of a heavy truck. More dogs yip and bark. Someone inexplicably whistles Brahms.

City Symphony. An orchestra of urban life in virtuoso intervals.

 

For The Daily Post