Photo: S. Levenberg
At the edge of the
Down Under
Where water angles
Into sea,
There’s an old pool
Where you safely
Hold the sharks at bay,
And be.
For Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Lines and angles
Safe Angle
Poetry
Radiant Play
Photo: Karen Forte
At the edge of the day
Nestled flush
With the bay,
Light will dance
As it may
To invite you
To stay.
For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: Radiant
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Fashion Statement
Photo: Inbar Asif
For some reason it seemed
This ensemble
Should work …
To select
Or object
Or someone’s cash
To collect.
For the One Word Sunday challenge: Fashion
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Summer Stillness
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
Stop to breathe,
Take in ease,
Back to bark in
Summer breeze.
Shadow’s cool
City’s still,
In the park
Time to chill.
For the Sunday Stills challenge: Stillness
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In Translation
Photo: Valentin Salja via unsplash
“You can’t do it.” Lizbeth scowled.
Betty shrugged a shoulder at her cousin and put the hand-bound manuscript in the box beside her.
“You’ll ruin it.”
“I won’t,” Betty countered. “I’ll be gentle.”
“That’s not what I meant!” Lizbeth folded her arms and planted her feet firmly on the dusty floor of their late aunt’s apartment. Her color rose. She was jealous but would never admit it.
Betty always got the best of everything: Summer camp, long visits with Aunt Mathilde, a degree in writing, even a dad who taught her Swedish.
“I’ll be gentle in my translation,” Betty caressed Aunt Mathilde’s poetry booklet. “Dad will help. Her words languished long enough without being read.”
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Translation in 115 words
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Garden Gnome
Photo: Dvora Freedman
“You can do it!
Go higher!
Almost there,
Almost there!”
Garden Gnome,
Will inspire
Every bug
On stem’s stair.
For Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Lawn ornaments
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Take The Trail
Photo: Philip Coons
Take the trail
Up the path
To where spring
Flows through minds,
And where fairies
Inspect
Those whose feet
Trail behind.
Listen on
To the leaves
Speaking tales
To the trees,
And to elves’
Rustling limbs
As they flit
In the breeze.
Dedicated with love to Dee, whose trail now flows wholly through realms beyond this physical one.
For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: Trail
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Glacial Undertones
Photo: Amitai Asif
He will carve mountains
For them.
Slow but steady
In his pressure.
Relentless
In the calculated cold of his
Convictions,
That curl like tight fists
Under an unquestioning love.
He has carved himself
In the process,
Into valleys of sacrifice.
Carved them, too,
Into mirror images
To reflect the truths he holds.
He will carve mountains
For them,
Heavy-handed and doggedly
Protective.
Glacial with volcanic undertones.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Glacial in 66 words
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Weighted
Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein
The weight of the world
On his shoulders.
His heart thumps a fatigue
In his chest.
Eons stretch
Since certain with brawn
He sought
With his strength
To impress.
For Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: open topic
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Endless Harmony
Photo: Sue Vincent
She’d never have believed the vastness had she not been there to see it.
In person.
On the edge of endlessness.
The breath of eons crashing at her feet.
The spray of ancient rhythms that had been there
All along.
Through war and storm and hope and flood and cold and warm and days like this when no one but herself was there to witness it.
She’d never have believed the power that it held, contained within each curl of wave, in every roll of whitecap licking sand.
It filled her.
With awe and ache and gnawing yearning to something that went beyond her words and into thoughts unformed, or perhaps ones made of memories in utero: the hiss, the beat, the drums of hearts.
And this.
Another memory
To merge into
In endless harmony.
For Sue Vincent’s WritePhoto (2nd week)
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