Opal Reflections
Perspectives through Prose, Poetry and Photography
Month: October 2014
Aspects of Light
Brightly Lit: I had a difficult time selecting a single photo to epitomize this week’s Photo Friday prompt, “Brightly Lit”. I soon realized that there are many, equally compelling interpretations. *** Brightly Lit: Direct Light: The indescribably bright, white-hot flame flickering in a beachside fire pit.
With Pen in Hand…
“Every man is guilty of all the good he didn’t do.” Voltaire As autumn swings into its waning arc, I’m thoughtful, as in days and times of yore, Reminding, with its ‘Technicolor’ parks, Dismissing summer ‘lush’ that came before. The parable for life,… Continue Reading “With Pen in Hand…”
Translucence
Cabernet canvas, Life through crystal goblet lens, Vibrant synergy. It’s always Interesting to view the world from a different perspective…i.e. through a wineglass!
All We Like Sheep…
Gaslights flickered, revealing the raindrop-slicked, uneven cobblestones of the darkening Geneva street. Quickening her pace, an uneasy sense of foreboding seeped over her, like a drop of red wine on a white cloth; wetting, inexorably spreading, slowly penetrating the pristine fabric. The solitary sound… Continue Reading “All We Like Sheep…”
Echoes
While sloshing through the fallen leaves I spied, A camouflaged encumbrance; steps of stone, A long-forgotten staircase wedged long-side my brambled forest path, I stood alone. Transfixed, confounded, searching for the home or structure high on hill, to which it led, Yet finding none,… Continue Reading “Echoes”
On Brightwood Pond (Photo Friday: Autumn Colors)
***** Robin-egg blue, Mirror still lake reflections, Fallen gold afloat. > ***** Postaday:
Bridget and My Butterfly
When days are fraught with storm clouds looming o’er my life, I’m juggling many balls in air, When piling on and on, I’m on the floor, When hanging on is more than I can bear. I stop and pause, implore a desperate prayer, A… Continue Reading “Bridget and My Butterfly”
Between the Lines
***** She tried to reach them but they turned away, She sought to heal the scars of childish chills, She strained to listen, words they’ll never say to her, and yet she stands there waiting – still. She delved too deeply, saw beyond… Continue Reading “Between the Lines”
Harvesting Honey (Photo Friday: Blur)
***** Focus on your goals, Let all else blur to background, Rewards are honey-sweet. ***** Postaday:
Lighthouse in the Mist, Cape May, NJ
Bandit
Festive View from the Pub, Peddler’s Village – Lahaska, PA.
Home Sweet Home
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