Photo: Ofir Asif
At the vanishing point
They have passed
To be gassed,
Leaving us
To a world
That forever now must,
Not forget
How the place
Of no return
Has been crossed,
And we none are
The same
For hate’s shadow’s
Been cast.
In the name of those
Vanished
Who shall not be forgot,
We can vow to hold hope,
And let compassion
Outlast.
For Nancy Merrill’s A Photo a Week Challenge: Vanishing Point
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
For those whose backyards
Exist
In novels, history
And lore,
Central Park is a
Greatly
Essential
Outdoors.
For Nancy Merrill’s Photo A Week challenge: The great outdoors
Photo: Stephen Forte
In the slight pause between
Flapping up,
Flapping down,
Live the breath
And the lift
That propel
To carry on.
For the Photo for the Week challenge: Birds
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
I will paddle into sunlight
Where the ocean
Kisses sky,
Where the sailboats’
Neat triangles
Patch the blue
With bits of pie.
For Nancy Merrill’s Photo A Week Challenge
Photo: Dvora Freedman
If eyes could speak,
They’d tell of roads
No one should take,
And hardship that
Does not build,
But breaks.
If eyes could speak,
They’d share the stories
Of long paths,
That some must walk
With shattered hearts.
If eyes could speak,
They’d share hope, too.
For being seen
Brings light into
What one must know,
And one must do.
For Nancy Merrill’s a Photo a Week challenge: Eyes
Photo: Yisca Freeman
What matters most
Are those we wrap
In loving arms
To keep from harm.
What matters most
Are those who hold
All future steps
Yet to unfold.
For Nancy Merrill’s Photo a week challenge
Photo: Adi Rozen-Zvi
In temples
Festooned
Not for one day
But all,
Glory shines
Festive gold
For good luck
To prolong.
For Photo for the Week Challenge: Festive
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
Photo: Chagit Moriah-Gibor
An angel had been here
But it is here no more.
All it left is an imprint
Of what could be, before.
Will it come back
To see us?
Will it our wishes grant?
Deep in sparkling snow
I don’t know
If it will
If it can’t.
For the Wits End weekly photo challenge: White on White
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
In the contest for
Bling,
He will certainly
Win.
In the roll call for
Glamour,
He will rise above
Clamor.
In the race for the
Best
He’s the most smartly
Dressed.
As cool temple guards
Go
He’s the top of the
Show.
For the Photo A Week Challenge: Things with wings
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