Photo: Inbar Asif
Old slate well licked by lichen
And marbled
With moss,
Recalls clouds swirling
High
To kiss sky
With their smoke.
Jagged edges
Of years spent in
Rain, sun
And wind,
Hold with pride
To a chimney
That time hasn’t
Yet thinned.
For The Photo for the Week Challenge: chimneys and fireplaces
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
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
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
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
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: 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
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
Mountains brood
Under skies
Packed with cotton
Piled high
Wrapped in shadows
Near by.
Afternoon
In Chiang Mai.
For the Wits-End Weekly Photo Challenge: Under Cloudy Skies
Photo: Inbar Asif
“They’re all old,” the guide gestured, “but some are worse off than others, for they are windowed.”
“Age does not make a building old,” he explained. “Even if sooner or later years form spider webs of fine cracks on every wall, those are just realities built by time. The product of life.”
“But these ones,” his hand rose in half-salute, half-point toward a row of especially dilapidated shutters, “they are windowed.”
When our faces must have told him we still hadn’t the story he’d wanted be told, he sighed and took pity on us. So privileged we had to be to not have lived what would have let us understand the depth of meaning in his words.
“Rooms empty of everything but ruined dreams. Windows widowed of hope. Houses like these go beyond broken relics. Some had gone so long bereft of young ones to gaze through their portals in a waking dream, that short of a miracle to breathe life back into them, they are windowed: dried to the bone of sound, stripped of souls, ready to fall.”
For V.J.’s Weekly Challenge: Windows
Photo: Amitai Asif
Off they go
With the harp
And the sounds
In their hearts.
Off they go
To work hard
And music’s soul
To impart.
For Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Music
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