
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
Ancient stone
Not disowned
By old time’s
Marching on.
Newer walls
Chaperone
To contain
Buddha’s throne,
And only the peak’s
Crumbling bones
Tell of years
Now long
Gone.
For the Wits-End Weekly Photo Challenge: Decay

Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
Ancient stone
Not disowned
By old time’s
Marching on.
Newer walls
Chaperone
To contain
Buddha’s throne,
And only the peak’s
Crumbling bones
Tell of years
Now long
Gone.
For the Wits-End Weekly Photo Challenge: Decay

Photo: Atara Katz
We’re no ducks but still wish
To get
In a row.
There is no law against it.
So there,
Now you know.
For Nancy Merrill’s Photo a week: ducks in a row

Photo: Jim Moore
It’s a steep climb
For sure
But he feels
The allure.
This rock face,
This cliff,
He can’t help think,
“What if?”
It’s a very high
Wall,
And he’s a penguin
And small,
But he’ll attempt
Still
To scale,
And he intends
To not fail!
For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: Rock

Photo: Amitai Asif
I am worn,
But not weary.
I’ve weathered many
A winter,
Warmed multiple
Frozen hands,
Filled long lines
Of empty
Stomachs
With stews and soups of
All kinds.
I’ve seen good times
And not so,
Heard voices
Soft
And too loud.
I’ve dried the wet
Off of feet,
The tears off
Of cheeks,
Eased the sorrow of
Broken hearts.
I am worn,
But not weary.
Grab a spoon,
Find a bowl,
And take a seat
By my side.
For the Lens-Artists Photo Challenge: Weathered or worn

Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
They push up
Through cold ground
Where morning frost
Still abounds
And color
The park
So a new spring
Can spark.
(Not quite this year’s spring photo … yet – this one being from early spring in 2017 – but it nonetheless infuses hope for soon-to-be cousins of these blooms enlivening the park!)
For Terri’s Sunday Stills: Spring

Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
Evening gathers to call
Flocks to watering hole
And to glimmers of fish
In the sparkling bowl.
Palm to palm
Whispers calm,
As the pond
Drained but bright
Refracts sun’s glinting light
From silvery fins
‘Til a good night.
For Nancy Merrill’s A Photo a Week Challenge: Shimmer

Photo: Philip Coons
Where the rail
Meets the road
And the gravel
Kisses tracks,
Linger not
At the cross-point.
For the trains
Will chug on
And engines run
Because they can.
For the Which Way Challenge

Photo: Amitai Asif
No mortar
No wheel
No motors to wield,
Yet time
And the elements
Toppled not what they’d built.
The wonder, the magic,
The near perfect
Craftsmanship:
Machu Picchu
Continues
To hold awe
In its grip.
For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: Wonder

Photo: Amitai Asif
There she stands,
Belongs,
Enlivened
By the land
That mountains birthed,
And the knowledge
Of the power
That she holds
Through Mother Earth.
For the Photo for the Week Challenge: portrait

Photo: Smadar Halperin-Ephstein
What lesson does history tell
Of shattered bits,
And scratched on bells?
Can peals of old
Be heard
Be said
So we not ruin
What’s ahead?
For the Lens-Artists Photo Challenge: History
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