Flatiron Renaissance

FlatIronBuilding IngeVandormael

Photo: Inge Vandormael

 

Where Broadway

Meets fifth

In triangular happenstance,

Stands a Beaux-Arts building

That Flat-Ironed

A vertical Palazzo

Into a steel framed

Renaissance.

 

 

For Cee’s Black & White Photo: Made by humans

 

Crawl Space

boy with sea1 SmadarHalperinEpshtein2

Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein

 

Little arms

Little feet

Conquering sand

Waves to meet.

Breathing space

For a crawl

The expanse

Would not stall.

 

 

For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: Crawl

 

Shadows

shadows AtaraKatz

Photo: Atara Katz

 

Their shadows walked ahead

Tasting paths

Testing light

Traveling a step

Before

Their feet

Pressed footprints

And memories

Into sand.

 

 

For the Lens-Artist Challenge: Shadows

 

 

Frozen In Time

Old Poland OfirAsif

Photo: Ofir Asif

 

They stand frozen in time.

Carving long blunted by

Wind and the loss of names

No one is left

To own,

Decode,

Or understand.

 

They stand frozen in time.

The saplings reaching up

To the heavens

The only sign of what

Even death cannot

Disband.

 

 

For the Sunday Stills challenge: Frozen

 

Rain Fed Red

Red Anemones AmitaiAsif

Photo: Amitai Asif

 

In the depth

Of the winter,

Where so much

Appears dead,

Plan ahead.

For there are places

Where nature,

Finally rain fed,

Blooms into

Fields

Of red.

 

 

For the One Word Sunday Challenge: Red

For Cee’s FOTD

 

The Balance

Photo: Sue Vincent

 

 

She did not understand where the castle had gone.

Tumbled walls

Like broken bones.

 

But the well was still there,

And the sword

Wrapped in stone,

Had waited stored

Well ensconced.

 

She took the hilt

Spelled the spell

And the blade pulled out

Clean

Glowing green,

Showing

All was still wrong

Just as all was still well.

 

She took a deep breath

And exhaled.

Because though

Times had changed

At least the balance

Remained.

 

 

For Sue’s Thursday WritePhoto Prompt: Blade

 

Visibly Invisible

cameleon AmitiaAsif

Photo: Amitai Asif

 

What do you see

When you look, but

Do not

Actually

See me?

 

Is it the shadow

Of what you believe

You ought to

See,

Or the reflected

Image

Of what you wish

You could

Be,

Or what you think

I must be

In order

To be visible

Enough

To be verified

As me?

 

 

For the d’Verse challenge

For the A Photo A Week Challenge: Depth of Field

Determined

Delicate DvoraFreedman

Photo: Dvora Freedman

 

Rise above

Hardship’s fray

In gentle curls

Of delicate

Pink,

And an underbelly

Of powerful

Orange

Smelted from the

Brink.

 

 

For Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Orange and Pink