Opal Reflections
Perspectives through Prose, Poetry and Photography
Lucid Dreams
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He’s entering the woods as oft before,
And still his heart is thumping, resolute,
This path has been the backdrop to his more
lucid revelations, thoughts astute.The crunch of long-dropped pine cones underfoot,
Reminds him, well, that feral denizens,
inhabit near, ‘neath torn-asunder roots,
Darkened dens where life begins again.He’s witness to a symphony, the strains
his sense invades; canned laughter caught on tape,
This realm (distinct, unique and new) remains
his sacred place; no need to plan escape.For he is one with Mother Nature’s best
And here, his deep-most secrets unrepressed.🌲🌲🌲
Written in response to this week’s Studio 30+ prompt! using the phrase “canned laughter”.
It has been a while since I last entered this challenge, and I’m glad to be back, amidst such a talented group of writers.
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Lighthouse in the Mist, Cape May, NJ
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Festive View from the Pub, Peddler’s Village – Lahaska, PA.
Home Sweet Home
Opal Reflections 
I have indeed always found nature to be quite loud… seems like you do too!
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For those who choose to listen:). Thanks for you comment, it’s greatly appreciated.
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A lovely description of the inspiration nature provides.
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Thanks, Tara. I love Spring and just being able to get out into the woods or on the beach again, camera in hand, of course.
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I know exactly what you mean. So grateful for the return of warm weather.
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Delicious sonnet.
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Thank you, Laura. I do love sonnets, writing them and reading them.
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Absolutely exquisite.
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Thank you! And thanks for stopping by and leaving a comment.
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