Which Way Next?

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Photo: Philip Coons

 

Which way next?

He requested,

Will it be up

Or down?

Are we headed

To Nature

Or perhaps

Sutherland?

Will we go

With the horses

On the bridle path left,

Or take the loop

With the birders

And turn right

At the cleft?

 

 

For the Which Way Challenge

 

The Harbinger

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Photo: Amitai Asif

 

In the slowest hour of the night

She came in robes

Of dreams

To weave the nearest future

Into light.

 

She swished along the desert

Roads that only

Deepest yearnings

Take

And whispered:

It shall be.

You’ll find the path

To follow when you

Wake.

 

 

For the d’Verse challenge: Harbinger

 

 

Shades of Pink

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Photo: Adi Rozen-Zvi

 

With slightly curled

Petals’ ends,

She is feeling

Her age.

And she smiles

At the buds,

That unfurl

A fresh edge.

Sun and wind

Kissed her leaves.

Rain had shared

Its own drink.

She is older

But happy,

To live in all

Shades of pink.

 

 

For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: Rose

 

Unexpected Sales

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Photo: Na’ama Yehuda

 

I did not quite expect,

On the beach, in the sun,

A visit from dinos

Puppeted by a man.

Granted these all were smaller

Than the ones I would fear,

But I still did not really

Want them too near.

 

My eyes must’ve

Been wide

As I waved

Him aside,

But two chairs

To the right

He sold three

With delight.

 

 

For the Lens-Artist Photo Challenge: Unexpected

 

Through The Night

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Photo: Amitai Asif

 

They gazed forlorn

Into the light,

Into the lumber

Burning bright.

All that they’d known

Before this plight,

Now kept them warm

Through heartache’s night.

 

 

For Sunday Stills: Night

*Dedicated to all who’d lost homes, lives, memories, and loved ones in fires and other disasters.

 

Bones of Monsters

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Photo: Sam Loyd via Unsplash

 

When she rose from the depths to where the world mirrored dark, she observed the bones of monsters no one disposed of, and the hulks of others poised to glean the phosphorescent plankton from the indigo above.

 

For Three Line Tales #156