Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein
When the push
Comes to shove
And a full stop
Recommended,
Put a rock
‘Hind to lock
So any roll
Is suspended.
For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: Roll
Roll Control
Poetry
Out-Wheeled
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
At the spot
Where one heart stopped
And others pause
To ponder,
It stands
Out-wheeled into pallor
In grief
For what was lost
And what might have been
If there hadn’t the need
To mark this
Post
For a life that can
No longer
Wander.
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For Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Wheels
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Vertically Set
Photo: Atara Katz
Go against
The pressing grain
And the common
Mindset,
To reach high
Toward the sky
And uniformity
Upset.
For Debbie’s One Word Sunday: Vertical
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Tropical Boon
Photo: Adi Rozen-Zvi
In orchid garden
They bloom.
A speckled glory,
A boon.
A blushing show
Well adored,
In nature’s awe
And reward.
For the Sunday Stills Challenge: Tropical
And for Cee’s FOTD
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The Cursed
Photo: Renato Mu on Pexels.com
They were never meant to be
Accepted.
They were never meant
To be
Approved,
Or approved of.
Cast-offs,
They were the anathema
To all some saw as
Civil
Or normative
Or worthy of.
They were cursed
By those of privilege,
Who for added
Privations
Then denounced them
As being
Incapable of
Love.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Anathema in 52 words
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Peak’s Bones
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
Ancient stone
Not disowned
By old time’s
Marching on.
Newer walls
Chaperone
To contain
Buddha’s throne,
And only the peak’s
Crumbling bones
Tell of years
Now long
Gone.
For the Wits-End Weekly Photo Challenge: Decay
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We’re Ducky!
Photo: Atara Katz
We’re no ducks but still wish
To get
In a row.
There is no law against it.
So there,
Now you know.
For Nancy Merrill’s Photo a week: ducks in a row
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Rocking It
Photo: Jim Moore
It’s a steep climb
For sure
But he feels
The allure.
This rock face,
This cliff,
He can’t help think,
“What if?”
It’s a very high
Wall,
And he’s a penguin
And small,
But he’ll attempt
Still
To scale,
And he intends
To not fail!
For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: Rock
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Worn, Not Weary
Photo: Amitai Asif
I am worn,
But not weary.
I’ve weathered many
A winter,
Warmed multiple
Frozen hands,
Filled long lines
Of empty
Stomachs
With stews and soups of
All kinds.
I’ve seen good times
And not so,
Heard voices
Soft
And too loud.
I’ve dried the wet
Off of feet,
The tears off
Of cheeks,
Eased the sorrow of
Broken hearts.
I am worn,
But not weary.
Grab a spoon,
Find a bowl,
And take a seat
By my side.
For the Lens-Artists Photo Challenge: Weathered or worn
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Springing Time
Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
They push up
Through cold ground
Where morning frost
Still abounds
And color
The park
So a new spring
Can spark.
(Not quite this year’s spring photo … yet – this one being from early spring in 2017 – but it nonetheless infuses hope for soon-to-be cousins of these blooms enlivening the park!)
For Terri’s Sunday Stills: Spring
Na'ama Yehuda 
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