Photo: Amitai Asif
“Every pot can be
A teapot
But not all of them can make
Sufficiently
Good tea,”
He said, and fussed
And set the bag
To rest
On the edge
To breathe
For me.
“I’ll take coffee,”
Said the mother,
Contrary just because
She had the right
To be.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Teapot in 48 words
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
Ringed by the City’s
Towering scape
The reservoir
Invites a pause,
A breath of calm
Escape.
For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: City
Photo: D. Freedman
In between the wish for more
And need for less
She paused to let the breeze pass
Through
And transform her
From the rushing steps that never seem to
Gain foothold
On life,
To the tranquility of what is
Yet
to be left
Behind.
For the dVerse poetry quadrille challenge: tranquility
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
Layered cakes of history
Over turquoise water
Topped with jungle hats
And splurged with hidden wonders
Under every gentle splash
And kayak paddle pat.
Info and so on: Ang Thong National Marine Park is a fabulous archipelago of 42 islands in the Gulf of Thailand. It features amazing limestone mountains, jungles, sandy beaches, waterfalls, and hidden sacred lakes. About an hour fast-boat ride from Koh Samui, it is a protected area of about 100 square kilometers of land and sea and is home to an abundance of exotic wildlife and sea creatures (snorkeling is something you’d really wanna do!). Kayaking, diving, and hiking some of the rocky mountains make for a fabulous time. The Blue Lagoon (AKA Emerald Lake) is absolutely mandatory to climb to!) . Usually a day-trip boat charter from Koh Samui or one of the neighboring islands, there are also some rustic bungalows and tents available for overnight stay. Our family did the day trip from Koh Samui last summer, and it was fantastic!
For the Sunday Stills challenge: Parks
Photo: Inbar Asif
The sweetness will mellow,
Proofed with time,
To become its own rich
Memory
Of ways
To be wise
Be full
Be kind.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Vintage in 22 words
Photo: A. Asif
The rough cut
Will conform
Tree to log by
Saw and hew,
So it merges
With others
To build shelter
For you.
For Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Things made of wood
Her hand clasped the steering wheel and she fought against the tears that threatened to blur the road ahead.
The wheels whirred over miles and miles of black as the stars spread a rotating canopy over her car. A bug atop a line drawn in the sand, she was. A smidgen on the wide expanse of life under the heavens.
She won’t go back.
She could not allow it.
He had her squelched under his thumb for so long that she did not recognize her own face in the mirror. Her eyes had become a stranger’s.
“There are times,” her mother once said, “when a woman must believe herself. You may think yourself broken, but you will love again the stranger who was your self.”
She’d thought it cryptic at the time, melodramatic.
She understood now. “I’m coming home to myself at last, Mom.”
For the dVerse Prosery prompt: Love after Love in 144 words
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
In the moment of the soft swell
Of a calm curl,
The gentle foam
Belays the power of
The waves that lift ocean liners
And cradle whales.
A breath
Before
Exhale.
Thank you, Terri, for this prompt. Perfect for today. For me, the shore is the ultimate calibrator. I took this photo in Ogonquit, Maine, quite too many years ago. Time to go back. Time to go to the beach. Any beach. For breath, for awe, for space, for zen.
For Sunday Stills: Essence of Zen
She could go up
Or down
On the path
Into town.
There the low road
Awaited,
Full of snarls and
outdated.
Or she could take
The high
With its twists,
Turns,
And sighs.
She could go up
Or down
On the path
Into town.
So she paused to
Reflect,
How to best
Course correct,
And decided it
Best
To give the high road
A test.
For Crimson’s Creative Challenge
Photo: Adi Rozen-Zvi
Life without
Possibility
Of parole.
Robbed of
Freedom.
Wingspan clipped
To the lock
At the end of
A chain
Of events.
Imprisoned
Without fault
But the adversity
And sorrow
Of its birth.
For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: Lock
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