Photo: Dvora Freedman
Hello there,
How are you, Ma’am?
I’ve missed a spot?
Oh well, oh damn.
There’s no perfection
On the lam
And I’ve really
Got to scram.
Have you seen some
Elves around?
I’ve been told to
Look for rainbows
At the end of
Traffic jams,
(And yes, I know the
Gold’s a scam
But I’ll still give it
An exam).
For Terri’s Sunday Stills: Green
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
For the gate from the old
Must stand guard
Not by sword
But to hold
Off the passage of years
So the lessons of past
May find ways to
Be cast.
For Cee’s Black &White Photo Challenge: Fences and Gates
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
The birds spiral
‘Round the spire
And the bells peal
Half and whole,
As the sky paints blue
Horizons
In a neighborhood
For all.
For the Lens-Artist Challenge: Around the neighborhood
Photo: Ofir Asif
Welcome, guests, into
Our midst.
Join right in, you’ll
Get the gist.
We’ll dance you
Through our jungle greens,
‘Twixt crops in fields,
Across ravines.
We’ll sing and chant
And strike the ground,
With feet and poles
And hearts and sound.
Welcome, guests, into
Our midst.
Where mists among
The mountains
Roam,
And culture bursts
In vibrant
Song.
Dedicated to the amazing villages in Papua New Guinea, who came out in their young and old and in betweens, to dance heartwarming welcomes to my nephew and his friends who stayed as guests in their midst.
For Nancy Merrill’s Photo A Week Challenge: Colorful
Photo: Philip Coons
Among murals I
Would get
No prize for
Over talent,
But on this wall
I still get smiles
(And tissues for my
Exhalant …)
For Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Murals
Photo: Inbar Asif
The yeast had proofed
The dough had risen
Air had filled the bubbles high.
A kiss of oil
A squirt of jelly, and
Powdered sugar flying by.
The plate is set
The mouth is open:
This treat won’t fail to
Satisfy.
For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: Round
Photo: Philip Coons
I see a pattern
In these stairs:
In carpets’ weave
In craft-men’s squares,
In how the landings
Spin and dip,
With railings poised
To let hands grip,
In void that carries
Gaze to floor,
And legs that wish
To climb no more.
For Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Patterns
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
Baby berries
In barbed bushes
That protect
The precious parcels
From beaks and bears
And plucking fingers
Poised to pry
The ripe supply.
Photo: Philip Coons
Are they starting?
Oh, hold on!
You most certainly
Belong.
They did not invite
Your kin,
But I’m tall —
I’ll lift you
In.
After all,
Without us there,
History won’t be going
Anywhere.
For the Weekly Photo Challenge: Something that doesn’t belong
Photo via Smadar Halperin-Epshtein
In the moments when your eyes
Meet
Under canopies of cloth
Or sun
Or stars,
And the world recedes to
Nothing but
Who the both of you
Are,
When your
Union
Seals with
Promise
Ringed with hopes and tender
Kiss,
May you both know
That you do
And that your love
Can nurture
Bliss.
For Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Tender moments
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