Opal Reflections
Perspectives through Prose, Poetry and Photography
Happy “Birth” Day
“Winter seemed reluctant to release
its hold”, and yet his sister, Spring, crept near,
A quickening within, imbued a calming peace,
I teetered on the brink; embraced my fear.Months of wafting breezes through the sheers,
Unfolding rainbows, blinking on the billows,
Nestled soft within by cushioned cashmere,
Even as I lazed beneath the willows.Ticking tocks grow louder on my pillows,
I blindly, bravely, pierce the dark unknown,
to hold on fast, for faith to ride crescendos
of the final wave, to take us home.I sing with joy, with happiness I weep,
I sing my swaddled, newborn-babe to sleep.
Written for Speakeasy 157. Entries must make some reference to the media prompt above, and begin the piece with the following quote: “Winter seemed reluctant to release it’s hold.”
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Opal Reflections 
This is really pretty. I love the language. Especially, “Unfolding rainbows, blinking on the billows.”
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Thanks. This time of years we throw open our windows and let the curtains blow😉
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Oh, this is so beautiful, Joanne! Love the rhythm and the imagery of the seasons. And that second last stanza is just gorgeous. 🙂
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Thanks, Suzanne…that stanza is my favorite as well. Thanks for your comments.
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Beautiful,as always Joanne:-)
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Thanks, Atreyee. Always nice to see you face pop up:)
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🙂
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Good well crafted poem
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Thank you.
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What a beautiful flow of words 🙂 Inspiring poetry!
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Thank you! Your comments are appreciated and always welcomed!
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The winter prompt seemed to send so many of us to dark places. I like that your focus was on the spring, birth and a precious new life brought into the world. Lovely.
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Thank you. I have always loved that DaVinci sketch – and begin pregnant – the mystery, fear, wonder of it! The rest was easy.
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very lovely
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Thank you.
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This flowed so beautifully – love the line “Ticking tocks grow louder on my pillows,”.
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Thank, Janna.
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Such a gorgeous piece!
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Thank you. Writing it brought back the emotions of pregnancy and childbirth, that years may have faded, but could never erase. Thanks for stopping by.
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They are such lovely words.
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Thank you.
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