She Could Not Believe Her Eyes

she could not believe her eyes AmitaiAsif

Photo: Amitai Asif

 

She could not believe her eyes

As the path forked into surprise

And the end of trail became

Just step one into the game

Long the day stretched on ahead

Hours left for them to tread.

 

For Six Word Saturday

 

Parched No More

after the rain

Photo: Ofir Asif

 

Rare drops join

To overflow

Silt and mud

On the go

Desert lands

Scoured so

A stream bed

Parched no more.

 

For the Wits End photo challenge: Moving water

Dedicated to the potential for life that desert rains bring … and to the young souls who were lost in a flash flood earlier this year.

 

Eight Not Ate

ducks SmadarHalperinEpshtein

Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein

 

Eight brown ducks bobbing by

In the shade, under sky

Waiting for humans’ bread

To fall down on their head.

 

For August photo a day challenge

 

Long Unseen

Archeology Tel Zafit AtaraKatz

Photo: Atara Katz

 

As the stories unfold

Pried from time’s

Stranglehold

Bit by bit

You’ll behold

What the fingers

Of old

Would have seen

Could have told.

 

For the d’Verse Poets challenge: Unseen Things

 

Rows of Woe

Never Again3 OfirAsif

Photo: Ofir Asif

 

For we owe

Them to know

How rows of woe

Not long ago

Came to show

What can grow

If we do not forgo

Those who kowtow

To the lowest of low.

 

For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: Row

 

Stepped Up Conversation

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Photo: Dvora Freedman

 

What did she want in that bottle?

What did the store owner allow?

Did her friend understand why it mattered

And how?

Did her own yellow sandals

That fit only sort of

Used to hang in the window

In a bag from above?

What words did they exchange?

Did the girl smile or sigh?

I look at this photo and wonder

What she had asked to buy.

 

 

For V.J.’s Weekly Challenge #10: Conversation

 

Blue Lass

blue evening SmadarHalperinEpshtein

Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein

 

Does she yet

In the tower

Await

For the draw

Of a knight

In the simmering

Light,

Or do blue

Evenings

Now pass

Inked by

No pining

Lass?

 

 

For the Lens-Artists photo challenge: Blue

 

Flipper Friends

dolphin duo OsnatHalperinBarlev

Photo: Osnat Halperin-Barlev

 

There is nothing more lovely

Than riding in pair

Over waves

Under skies

Skimming high

Fins in air.

 

For the Sunday Stills photo challenge: Friend

 

Musical Muse

saxophone bridge SmadarHalperinEpshtein

Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein

 

They emerge deep at night

To play tunes out of sight

Giants, trolls, hoards of sprites

To the bridge they alight

Where they’ll sing till first light.

If you listen, you might

Catch a tune fleeting bright

Ode to sax stuck upright.

 

 

For the A Photo A Week Challenge: Music

 

Fields of Gold

Golan. Osnat Barlev

Photo: Osnat Halperin-Barlev

 

Fields of Gold

You’ll remember me when the west wind moves upon the fields of barley
You’ll forget the sun in his jealous sky as we walk in fields of gold
So she took her love for to gaze awhile upon the fields of barley
In his arms she fell as her hair came down among the fields of gold

Will you stay with me, will you be my love among the fields of barley?
We’ll forget the sun in his jealous sky as we lie in fields of gold
See the west wind move like a lover so upon the fields of barley.
Feel her body rise when you kiss her mouth among the fields of gold

I never made promises lightly and there have been some that I’ve broken
But I swear in the days still left we’ll walk in fields of gold
We’ll walk in fields of gold

Many years have passed since those summer days among the fields of barley
See the children run as the sun goes down among the fields of gold
You’ll remember me when the west wind moves upon the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky when we walked in fields of gold
When we walked in fields of gold, when we walked in fields of gold

(Songwriters: Dannii Minogue, Gordon Summer, Henrik Johan Korpi, Karen Poole, Mathias Johanson)

Here’s the version as sang by Sting in 1993:

And one of my favorite renditions by Eva Cassidy (RIP, Eva, your music goes on):

For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: Field