Photo: Na’ama Yehuda
Still
The promise of day sweeps
Broad calm in its sway,
And the sun,
Rising gold
Lights new stories
Untold.
For the Sunday Stills Photo Challenge: Early
Early Light
Stories
Whale Of A Time
Photo prompt: Dale Rogerson
Finally.
They sent the younger children on their way. They cleaned up after breakfast. Hung the wash. Made the bed. Picked up after the husband, the father in law, the older sons (who in almost all cases were sprawled, asleep, with an empty plate of this or that by their side, as boys of certain ages seem to be).
The market waited. And the dinner to start. But for the next hour, there was just them. Their gossip. Their shared stories of the minutia of struggles and laughter.
It was their sanity’s lifeline, midday at Juanita’s “Whale Of A Time.”
For Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers
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The Fifth
Me, telling stories at 10 months
Fifth of seven, all girls, I was born
Telling tales.
Far enough to duck rules
For first, middle, or last,
I grabbed place
To be me
And held on
Talking fast.
As what shouldn’t be
Grew
And real life wove
Impossible,
Words remained
Nonetheless
In my soul
In my brain,
To be clasped
And sustain
Life and joy
Times again.
For Terri’s Sunday Stills Challenge: Fifth
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A Bell To Tell
Photo: Smadar Halperin-Ephstein
What lesson does history tell
Of shattered bits,
And scratched on bells?
Can peals of old
Be heard
Be said
So we not ruin
What’s ahead?
For the Lens-Artists Photo Challenge: History
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Layer By Layer
Photo: Osnat Halperin-Barlev
Layer by layer
They go back
In time,
Descending through eras
They can carefully
Climb.
What whispers
What stories
Does the wadi
Impart?
Will their souls see
The footprints
These rocks know
By heart?
For the Tuesday Photo Challenge: Layer
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If Eyes Could Speak
Photo: Dvora Freedman
If eyes could speak,
They’d tell of roads
No one should take,
And hardship that
Does not build,
But breaks.
If eyes could speak,
They’d share the stories
Of long paths,
That some must walk
With shattered hearts.
If eyes could speak,
They’d share hope, too.
For being seen
Brings light into
What one must know,
And one must do.
For Nancy Merrill’s a Photo a Week challenge: Eyes
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Echoes Of Before
Photo: Osnat Halperin-Barlev
Who had stepped through this door
Over thresholds
Before?
What words did old timber
Hear
In times gone but still near?
Do dormant secrets
Await
Behind a roped-to-close gate?
If you step close enough to
Go through
Will the past echo to you?
For the Wits End Photo Challenge: History
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Stories We Tell
Photo: Smadar Halperin-Epshtein
And the stories that we tell
To small ones under
Good tales’ spell
Become the fabric
That unveils
The yarns they’ll spin
Or might dispel.
For the SYW-Revisited Challenge
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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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Times Old
Photo: Inbar Asif
In the days that unfold
Morning rays
Evening’s gold,
What awaits
Up your sleeve,
Still untold,
Kept in trust
Since times old?
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