Peaceful Pause

An afternoon with nought to do but perch amid the verdant lush, on cushioned bench, My doggie and my camera, neath the birch, Watching chipmunks digging out their trench. When in a flash, a wave of black descended Upon the branches far as I could see, Alas, the blackbirds, starlings soared, suspended o’er my head, […]

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Split Personality

ACandy or breath mint; baffled still, For why must one be often so defined? Forsooth, the split identity fulfills the raison d’etre, often, so combined. I ponder this conundrum, as I find a lovely, petaled flower, midst my herbs, Should I snip the shoots before their time; to opt for flavor or a bloom superb? Alas, […]

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A Study in Scarlet

Red,     Magenta-scarlet,Streaming ‘gainst the green,Nature’s scene, profound simplicity.   Photo Friday: #red Poetry Contest: Four Line Poem Write a four line poem that has a specific syllable count. The first line has 1 syllable, the second line has 5 syllables, the third line has 5 syllables, and the last line has 9 syllables. The […]

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The Grandfather

    It is said that Leonardo DaVinci’s inimitable Mona Lisa, aka “La Gioconda”, was intended to convey the notion of complete happiness and contentment. So too, does my inimitable husband, aka “The Grandfather”, embody this ideal, as he patiently waits in an accidentally-strewn beach chair in San Juan; while I slosh through the waves […]

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A Question of Shadows

Where do shadows meet the grounded pavement? Where do sun-blocked surfaces collide? When will’st come reality’s resurgence? When will wafted wings loom magnified? What happened to the speck from fifty thousand? Why does the vision daunt as earth nears (gasp)? When will this airborne vessel reach the runway? How does this tension morph to “Home […]

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Morning

Mist entrapping skyscraped shards of glass, O’er-wraps the city, blanketing as grass. Reminds one of iconic cat’s paw creeping, Nature’s nudging, wakens our deep sleeping. It drapes serene, in silence and in wonder, No rays of sun this morn, yet still I ponder, Gentle greeting of this glorious day. Photo Friday: #Morning

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Infinity

When I was  a young girl, I was obsessed with a box of  Morton Salt. “WHEN IT RAINS IT POURS” was its message, as the yellow-frocked gal, sheltered by her umbrella,  sloshed gayly through the puddles, while a steady stream of salt  poured from the box she carried. It was eye-catching and – to this day […]

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Of Shade and Light

Invading all my senses, warmth and light upon my back, I never thought to view a sunrise, as a spreader of the bright rays, whilst I, enshadowed;  sight’s renewed. My folio is filled with golden hues, Of morns and suns, ‘cross beaches, lakes and glens, Yet on this day, alone, mid-field I rue that seldom […]

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Grease is the word…

What a fun way to support The Choral Art Society of NJ. Tomorrow night we’ll be filling the surprise goodie bags and planning food and snacks, reminiscent of the 60’s. I’m not sure yet how I will “dress the part”, but I can’t go wrong with bobby- socks and a poodle skirt.  I have between […]

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Sheffield Sunrise

It’s been some time since last I scrunched those blades of summer grass, dew-drenched beneath my feet, Yet mem’ries still live, verdant, but now shades of what was once renewal, soul’s retreat. I’d wake before the dawn to catch the sweet, pre-sunrise moments, as the world still slept, For then, unblemished by the day’s entreats, […]

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Always proud…

Official Dogwood Photography Challenge: Week 13, Storytelling…New Beginnings ”Our world is full of circular patterns; as some things end, others begin. Tell us a story of a New Beginning. Story Telling: Good photographers can take beautiful images of something. Great photographers can tell a story with an image. In this category you will take a […]

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In Aeternam

This room, this space, this temporary place, Awaiting and prepared for curtain call, Two hundred voices sing, in hallowed space, A timeless opus, swept up and enthralled. “Libera me”, staves fly fast before my eyes, Rising and descending hopes and fears, Pleading desperation, truth belies, accepts soul’s journey to eternal spheres. No mortal may escape […]

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