Boulder Holder

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Photo: Na’ama Yehuda

 

Wrapping tentative fingers

That become tangled vines

Jungle trees tell the boulder:

“You’re my rock, you are mine.”

 

 

For Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge

 

New Wings

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Photo: Boris Smokrovic via Unsplash

 

She clung to the flower and whispered, awe shuddering through with each beat:

“I didn’t even know to imagine how it would feel to stretch wings,

to sense the blood pumping through to the tips, edges fluttering free with the wind.”

 

For Three Line Tales #149

 

The Chief’s Command

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Photo: Ofir Asif

 

“They are not welcome here,” the Chief decreed.

His eyes regarded the troop that was his to protect. The land was plentiful, but his soul recalled the stories of Times of Famine, when many had been reduced to skin and bone and many more had died. Legend had it that The Others had brought it on, had taken more than was their share, and angered rain from falling, seeds from growing.

He sensed Bannu’s discontent. Chiefs didn’t have to grant permission for anyone’s opinion. Life showed him, however, that good Chiefs balanced silencing with persuading.

“Bannu?” he grunted.

“What if they return with more of their kind?” The youngster’s sparse ruff bristled apprehension.

The Chief nodded. Foresight was rare. The youth had potential. It also made him someone to watch out for.

“If they challenge us,” the Chief bared teeth and growled an answer and a warning. “We fight.”

 

 

For What Pegman saw: Ethiopia

 

After The Fire

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Photo: Dvora Freedman

 

After the fire

Come the expelled breath

Of sorrow,

The stripped soul

Of Earth,

The charred remains

Of dreams,

And the held breath

Of hope.

 

 

For the dVerse challenge: Fire

 

Cool Contact

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Photo: Osnat Halperin-Barlev

 

Held afloat

You safely hover

Over a pebbled

Burbling stream,

As you reach

To touch

The shimmer

And delight

In your smile beams.

 

 

For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: Contact

 

Itty Bitty Hugely Pretty

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Photo: Amitai Asif

 

Tiny shoots of tender growth

Fill meadows’ hearts

With glorious froth.

The pastel blooms

Are itty bitty

But they sure are

Hugely pretty!

 

 

For the Friday Foto Fun Challenge: Little things

 

Outdoor Sunday


Photo prompt: © Dale Rogerson 

 

“This is perfect,” Juliette leaned back onto her elbows and let the sound wash over her.

“Uhhumm…” Doug scraped mud off his pantleg. His fingers yearned for his phone but he had almost no battery left. He wondered for the hundredth time how long before they returned to the car.

Juliette smiled. She knew Doug found nature torturous. The quiet bored him. He disliked pebbles, creepy-crawlers, wind, and grass-stains.

She also knew her brother tolerated their periodical “Outdoor Sunday” just because he loved her … And because he understood better than anyone how much she’d lost when floods took the homestead.

 

For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers

 

Angels’ Winds

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Photo: Karen Forte

 

The air pristine

On angels’ winds,

Unspoiled by what

Mans’ hands can bring.

In feathered clouds

And oceans’ swing,

It heralds surf

Of joy within,

To mark the waves

With dance that gleams,

And breathes along

A song to sing

For all that dreams.

 

 

For the dVerse quadrille challenge: Spoiler

 

 

Fall Friends

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Photo: Na’ama Yehuda

 

Side by side

They keep near

In the wind

In the rain.

Limb to limb

They hold hands,

Close company

They maintain.

Friends in all

Friends in fall.

 

 

For The Sunday Trees Challenge