Photo: Yael Yehuda
There’s no mistaking
Intelligence
In this aubergine
If only for how
Its spectacles
Intervene
In order to prevent it
From becoming
Cuisine.
For Kammie’s Oddball Challenge
Keen Aubergine!
Prompt
Tunnel Vision
Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein
Ancient stones
Tell a story
Of feet treading from
Light
To dark,
And the tunnel
Foreboding
As history
Left
Its mark.
For the Which Way Photo Challenge
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Haphazard Town
Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein
One does not need a plan
To get lost
In this new town
She thought
Right before
She did.
For The Weekend Writing Prompt: Haphazard
Dedicated to my friend F.C. who at least had the wherewithal to call the local cavalry …
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Long Unseen
Photo: Atara Katz
As the stories unfold
Pried from time’s
Stranglehold
Bit by bit
You’ll behold
What the fingers
Of old
Would have seen
Could have told.
For the d’Verse Poets challenge: Unseen Things
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Stepped Up Conversation
Photo: Dvora Freedman
What did she want in that bottle?
What did the store owner allow?
Did her friend understand why it mattered
And how?
Did her own yellow sandals
That fit only sort of
Used to hang in the window
In a bag from above?
What words did they exchange?
Did the girl smile or sigh?
I look at this photo and wonder
What she had asked to buy.
For V.J.’s Weekly Challenge #10: Conversation
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Up Swing
Image credit Gamze Bozkaya via Unsplash
“Hang on tight!” Mermee called
And she launched
Wings unfold
O’er fields
Mountains old.
And below her
I swung
My heart in my throat
Rung
As below me unfolded
Hope and fear, life remolded.
Till claws
Let go
And I fell.
Morning broke
My dream’s spell.
For The MMLM Photo Challenge
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Cookie Crumble
Photo by Cook Eat on Pexels.com
It is the cookie that she wants
No teddy bear, no owl, no bunny.
It is the cookie that she holds
In hand, not in her tummy.
She takes it with her to the park
She holds it all through bedtime story.
She’d bring it right into the bath
To her it’s mandatory.
Her mother sighs
Because she knows:
It is the cookie that will crumble
All over blanket, sheets, and pillow.
The cookie that she’ll have to pry the last remains of
From her child’s hand tomorrow.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt
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Her Golden Child
photo by Sharon McCutcheon via Skillshare
He’d always been her golden child, born after years of sorrow.
He’d always been her precious jewel, the promise of tomorrow.
He’s gone to take the saffron robes, been hers only to borrow.
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Digging to China
Friday Fictioneers’ photo prompt © Connie Gayer
He didn’t want to hear a word against the possibility.
“It is a round world, Meg,” he said,
And listened not to facts nor feasibility.
“China is there at the bottom, you will see.”
He said and spread the shovels all around for company.
It’s been a long first year of him retired
And the days stretched on.
“Go ahead, dear,” Meg agreed,
For China may let her keep her sanity indeed.
To join Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers prompt, click here.
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Three Line Tale: Opener
The stage is set to hushed repose
Incipient characters rush forth
Turn simmering muse to full on prose.
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You’ll find full guidelines on the TLT page – here’s the tl;dr:
- Write three lines inspired by the photo prompt (& give them a title if possible).
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- Read and comment on other TLT participants’ lines.
- Have fun.
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Na'ama Yehuda 
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