The Tree

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Photo: Amitai Asif

 

“I will wait by the tree,”

She had said.

“At the fork where

The road

Meets the lush, green

Horizon.”

Wait she did,

Day again and again

And a month, and another.

Wait until they had come

Trudging home

From the war,

Wearing smiles, but

Carrying the weight

Of their sorrows

Around them.

 

 

 

For Becca Givens’ Sunday Trees

 

Fates and Faiths

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Photo: Osnat Halperin-Barlev

 

In the depths of the city

Where new rubs shoulders

With old,

Uncounted passes of prayers

And woven statements

Enfold,

Fates and faiths of what’s been

And may yet find

Better ways

To be told.

 

 

For Wits-End Weekend Photo Challenge: repeating patterns

 

The Vanishing Point

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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

 

Beyond Scale

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Photo: Na’ama Yehuda

 

There’s little possible

Perspective

For how to scale

The size of feet

That for so many

Will not fit

In anyone’s shoes

Ever

Not before

Not since.

 

Trivia note: The photo above is a detail of the Reclining Buddha in Wat Pho Temple in Bangkok, Thailand (also known as “Temple of the Reclining Buddha” or Wat Phra Chetuphon). The giant Buddha measures 46 meters (over 150 feet) long, 15 meters (almost 50 feet) high, and is covered in gold leaf. The soles of the feet (depicted in the photo above) and the eyes are intricately carved with mother of pearl. The soles of the feet inscribe the 108 holy characteristics of the true Buddha, in both Chinese and Indian styles. The 20 acres of the temple complex also contains over a 1000 Buddha images, many tracing back centuries.

 

For Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Unusual perspective

 

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

 

Blue thoughts on Yellow

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Photo: Karen Forte

 

In middle school the uniforms

Were yellow tops and blue skirts

For the girls,

Yellow tops and blue slacks

For the boys.

 

The hue of yellow

In the official

Button downs,

Was a pale shade that made

Even the ruddy

Cheeks of children

Wash out

In the sun.

 

I used to think perhaps

This was the only color

Merchants had on overstock

When the school had first opened:

A fabric rescued

After years of fade brought on

By being forgotten

By everyone.

 

Oh, it was a decent enough school,

With friends I have kept

In touch with since the

Beginning of Sixth Grade.

It was the yellow hue

That had me blue.

 

Decades passed

And while

The beauty and the range

Of it in nature

Does indeed move me to tears,

I’m yet to own

A yellow garment

Even after

All these years.

 

 

 

For Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Blue and Yellow

 

Niche by Niche

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Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein

 

Roofed in green

Curves of foliage

They stand chiseled

And skilled,

Each a niche

Dedicated

To the men of

The guild.

 

 

For the Lens-Artist Challenge: curves

 

Evening Leap

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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

 

Vintage Ride

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Photo: Atara Katz

 

As you rumble along

Under skies

Blue like song,

Do you travel

Afar

To the past

In this car?

What new memories

You’d share

Of what’s found

Over there?

Do days gone

Still speed on

Scene by scene

Gray and green

By the glean

Of your machine?

 

 

For the Sunday Stills Challenge: Vintage