Photo: Osnat Halperin-Barlev
A nascent blush
Promises
The sweetness
To come
And holds the space
For what is yet
To form.
For the Sunday Stills challenge: Fresh
Fresh Blush
Micro Poetry
Pinked
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
Won’t hold back
An all out bloom,
Fully pinked
By soul’s perfume.
For the Nancy Merrill’s Photo A Week Challenge: Pink
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Into The Horizon
Photo: S. Levenberg
There was a gap in the horizon and she was going to walk through it even if it meant a pass into another world. Even if it proved a portal to a completely different side of life.
There was a gap in the horizon and it beckoned her to come inside. To walk away from all she’d known and all she could no longer understand, and into what she didn’t know, but may arrive.
For the Weekend Writing Prompt: Horizon in 74 words
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Unworthy
Photo: Robert Hickerson via Unsplash
They brought them in at dark, under the covers of secrecy and night.
Children, torn from loved ones, placed behind barbed wire, watched by burly guards.
“Your fault for coming,” they were told. “And now you’re too much work to reunite.”
For Three Line Tales
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Growth Spurt
Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein
He was so small
I recall,
How did he grow
Suddenly so?
For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: Growth
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Light Tilt
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
Tilt the world.
Let the ocean,
Pour
Itself
Into your heart
In molten
Light.
For the Wits End Weekly Photo Challenge: Interesting Light
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Bones of Monsters
Photo: Sam Loyd via Unsplash
When she rose from the depths to where the world mirrored dark, she observed the bones of monsters no one disposed of, and the hulks of others poised to glean the phosphorescent plankton from the indigo above.
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Evening Leap
Photo: Nattu Adnan via Unsplash
He still seeks to speak with fish
Before night claims their beloved beach
But she’d smiled enough goodbyes, to rise into her evening leap.
For Three Line Tales
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The Long Ride
Photo: Harpal Singh via Unsplash
They rode long through the dark
After closing the park
Wooden horses a-spiral in endless embark.
For the Three Line Tales Challenge
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Around The Bend
Photo: Jan Genge via Upsplash
They ran around the metal that machines had bent
And right across the bend of time
Into handmade medieval.
For Three Line Tales
