Opal Reflections
Perspectives through Prose, Poetry and Photography
Undertow
Abandoned now, ‘neath looming storm-clouds gray,
Banana-bunched boards, the only light,
But undertow compels she cannot stay.
He’d sing to her, life on review, he’d stay,
Through sunniest of days and darkest nights,
Abandoned now, ‘neath looming storm-clouds gray.
He smiled to mask the lies, this very day,
Earth’s revolution, sun-filled shards of light,
The undertow compels she cannot stay.
Belief is gone, resolve to turn away,
Her angst belies this panoramic sight,
Abandoned now, ‘neath looming storm-clouds gray.
Foreboding new, no shelter in this bay,
He leaves, without regret, this last night’s flight,
But undertow compels she cannot stay.
These shifting sands exposed his feet of clay,
Designed to win; dedicated; she’d hold tight,
Abandoned now, ‘neath looming storm-clouds gray.
Footsteps, messed and smeared, scream her dismay,
This choppy crossing, treacherous her plight,
Abandoned now, ‘neath looming storm-clouds gray.
But undertow compels, she cannot stay.
Written for the Sunday Whirl, Wordle #194: 
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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