
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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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
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

Photo: Elie Kichka
Undulating dunes
Slowly slide
To the sound
Of soft sand
Under hand.
For the Lens Artists Photo Challenge: Soft

Photo: Inbar Asif
If you’re out and about
But your thirst is quite real
There’s a clear stream awaiting
To help you chill your fill.
For the Sunday Still Challenge: Summer drink

Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein
I will go, Big Brother
To the end of the earth
After you.
In spite of fear
I will try to repeat
All you do.
But I’ll still
Just in case
Reach for
And draw courage
From you.
For the Wits End Challenge: Childhood
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