A Fleeting Equilibrium

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Photo: Tina Nord on Pexels.com

 

She held her breath and waited for the instant

In time

Where Earth’s equator passed through

The center of the sun.

Imperfectly balanced

As it was

By arcs and tilt and latitudes,

She cared not about

The argument that it could never be

In ideal form,

Or that the exact timing

Varied

With convictions

And perceptions of the mind.

She paused nonetheless,

Determined

To witness the fleeting equilibrium

Of light and dark,

And the shift of balance

That it could,

perhaps today, allow.

 

 

 

For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Equinox in 83 words

 

Soul Searching

NewZealand InbarAsif

Photo: Inbar Asif

 

Would you sell your soul

To sorrow?

Would you reap

Hate’s awful gain?

Would you let go of

Tomorrow

So false power

Rise again?

 

Will your heart see

All humanity?

What will you allow,

Sustain?

Will your soles

Feed earth

Or hollow

Out it’s wealth

To drain?

 

Will you leave

Your soul abandoned?

Will you let your spirit

Die?

Or will you hold on

To the morrow

In a world

For you

And I?

 

 

For the SoCS prompt: Soul/sole

 

 

At The Gate

At the gate NaamaYehuda

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

 

Neck Of The Not So Woods

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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

 

 

To The Seashore

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Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein

 

I will go to the seashore

Where the waves touch the sky.

I will go to the seashore

To kiss the day fond goodbye.

I will go to the seashore

Where the boats come on home,

And the children still play,

And the sun’s last rays roam,

And my soul sings with the surf

Where it has always belonged.

 

 

For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Seashore in 59 words

 

Vibrant Welcome

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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

 

 

On The Wall

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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

 

Sweet Little Round Of Mine

Sufgania InbarAsif

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

 

I See A Pattern

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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

 

Berry Barbs

barbed berry NaamaYehuda

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.

 

 

For Becky’s Spiky Squares