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
Shadows
Poetry
Frozen In Time
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
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Rain Fed Red
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
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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
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Visibly Invisible
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
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Determined
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
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The Cost of Living
Photo: Inge Vandormael
She had come to make a new life.
She found illness. She found death.
And life, perhaps, hiding in the shadows
Of her convalescing sorrow,
Waiting
To take hold.
She had come in search of meaning.
She found a babble of confusion.
Within. Without.
Rising skyward. Buried underground.
She found hope, too. For things she didn’t know
Even had names
But sprouted meaning
In the corners of what she believed
Was ruined,
But had in fact been opened
To allow in the winds of change.
She came seeking answers,
And found the cost
Of living
Paid for little more than added questions,
And that she had to look
Quite closely
At what wasn’t there,
To find
What she did not even know
She had been searching for.
Photo: The old Smallpox Hospital on Roosevelt Island (a narrow island set in the East River between Queens and Manhattan).
For What Pegman Saw: Manhattan Island
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Woolgathering
Photo: Karen Forte
Pause, and
Let your mind wander
In waking reverie
To the places where
Tomorrow’s seeds
Are sleeping
Underneath the snowy
Ground,
Wrapped in the arms
Of memories
Of days
Long passed
And others
Yet to come.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Woolgathering in 36 words
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A Firm Affirm
Photo: Tetyana Kovyrina on Pexels.com
She climbed atop the hay
And called
“I am King Of The Hill!”
And then she paused
And frowned
And said,
“I am the Princess
I’m the Queen!
No dress
No crown
But still!”
For the Stream of Consciousness Prompt: Affirm
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Spin Cycle
Photo: Y. Levenberg
Making foam of sky
With kicking feet
And screeching mouths,
Must be the new spin
Of a hit thing
Going around.
For Kammie’s Odd Ball Challenge
Na'ama Yehuda 
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