(Photo: Na’ama Yehuda)
The sun shone
As spring gently yet
Resolutely strode
On.
The park evolved into
A luminous
Expanse
Of green
Shoots
And pink petals
Unfold.
A respite
From the winter’s
Cold.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt of: Luminous in 30 words.
“Will you stop it already?”
Davie swallowed a sigh and lowered his eyes. He was making them stick out like sore thumbs.
“Only tourists and amateurs look up,” Bessie admonished, kicking a dry piece of sidewalk gum. “Real New Yorkers have already seen everything.”
Perhaps, but he had yet to. And he wanted to notice. Everything. Who lived in the tall building? Whose shoes were tied overhead? Why? Was it a memorial? A gangster’s territorial?
“Raise plow,” he read, imagining. He was looking up again.
“If we’re caught,” Bessie hissed,”the only raise you’ll get is welts from belting.”
For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers
Photo prompt: © Roger Bultot
Photo: Ibrahim Rifath on Unsplash
I put down glue to ick their feet –
They collected twigs
To cover it.
I placed a swivel-headed owl –
They watched,
Then perched right on it.
I hung CDs on a dental-floss line –
The pigeons shrugged,
And pulled it.
My peristeronic battle is at impasse.
I call it truce.
I know I’m beat.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: peristeronic in 53 words
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
“You see those?”
“I sure do.”
“Well, that’s where they’d come through.”
“Don’t think I believe you.”
“Well then, just wait and see.”
“Until when would that be?”
“Sometimes ‘tween two and three.”
“What? Are you kidding me!?”
“It’s the city, my friend
And this is not West End …
Alligators won’t poke their head
Till the green light’s delayed.
Sure, they value the park,
The reservoir in the dark,
And the nice scratchy spark
From a bit of tree bark …
But you’d agree it is best
To let most traffic rest
‘Fore you poke scaly breasts
Onto Central Park West.”
For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers – Thanks for picking my photo of my ‘hood’!
And for those who want more … about this snippet of lore about Alligators living in the tunnels underneath the city … click on the ‘gator below …
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
Where waters tide
‘Round canyons
Carved by time
And ice,
Other canyons
Rise
Man-made
To tickle skies.
Where greenery
Respite to
Millions
Provides,
Sleep memories
Of others
Who used to there
Reside.
Where footfalls mask
The horns of cars
And rustles hold
More sway,
There breathes the city
That like me
Many call home
Today.
For the dVerse challenge: take me with you
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
To be home
Where the sun kisses
Blooms
On the sly,
And the buildings cannot
Hide reflections
Of sky,
Where new life bursts on forth
Undeterred
Joy unmasked,
And this moment
Outdoors
Is almost all one
Can ask.
For the Lens-Artists Challenge: at home
The farmer pruning rows of trees,
The seller in the market.
The hens that daily lay their eggs,
For tomorrow’s nest (or basket).
The driver navigating streets,
The postman carting packets.
The parent shepherding a child
In mask and zipped up jacket.
The nurses, doctors
Plumbers, pets,
Who have become our mascots.
The slower pace
The seeking gaze
In meetings held in tablet.
The smaller gifts
That bloom in hearts,
As parks in flowers blanket.
The ebb and flow of day to day
The births, the hope, the caskets.
The love that feeds
The good of deeds,
The evenings’ clapping racket.
For as so many things are stalled,
Kindness grows in ranking,
And we are really not at all
Out of joint in thanking.
For Linda Hill’s SoCS writing prompt: joint
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
Travel home
To where the shadow
Replicates
What your heart knows:
The lives
The parks
The bustling city
That seems so quiet
And yet flows,
Even when appearing
To hold its breath
In forced repose.
For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: Travel
Sometimes the core of the issue
Can find growth in the yard
But the meat of the matter
Is what you must not discard …
Note: New York State is known for its apples. Also, New York City is called “The Big Apple” … with multitudes of people wanting to have a slice of that apple for themselves … So, though the photo may not be the ‘traditional’ way of portraying the ‘apple-appeal’ of the City, I’d like to think you’d agree that at the very least it shows it in a very digestible manner … 🙂
For the Sunday Stills photo challenge: State/City symbols
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
It had stared
Though the window
At the clothed
Indoor tree
Wrapped in tinsel
And glory,
Gifts at its feet,
Stars on its crown.
And it shivered,
Naked,
In the cold.
All leaves long gone.
“This tree is naked,”
A child stopped,
Compared,
Bemoaned.
“It is too cold.”
Not anymore, Child,
Not anymore.
Note: I took this photo earlier today in New York City, as I walked past this brownstone’s holiday decorations. This post is dedicated to all who are outside, looking in. May you be seen. May you be clothed. May you be known. May you no longer be cold.
Also, for the new Monday Window challenge
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