Opal Reflections
Perspectives through Prose, Poetry and Photography
Month: June 2017
Verticality
knit from side to side, lacy textures, seed-stitched chains, long-side lines entwined. Photo Friday: #vertical
In the beginning…
Of course, I wasn’t there, how could I know Or, really, how could anyone opine on how this world began, Big Bang, or no, But if imagined, is this what I’d find? From out of darkness, nothingness defined For something had to be before… Continue Reading “In the beginning…”
Sunflower
A certain sign of summer’s laid-back ways, Just weeks since they began from dull seed pods, Maturing into stalks of golden blaze, Adorning garden paths and porch facades. Sunflowers, noble blessings from the gods, Perennially loyal to a fault, Inch by inch, defying all… Continue Reading “Sunflower”
Al Fresco Dining
Imagined glimpse of movement I did spy, Yet when I lean my head to catch the view he flits away, I cannot verify that he was there at all, a breeze that blew. But patience is its own reward, it’s true, For not a… Continue Reading “Al Fresco Dining”
Lemonade
Etched and painted on the surface clear, Bright lemons, freshly sliced, for this warm day, Or are they mulled within, where one may peer, No matter, for the senses are in play. Each year as summer overtakes our days, And thirsty young-uns gather for… Continue Reading “Lemonade”
Irrepressible
“I’m growing stronger than you know,” said she, “You’re not,” said he, “and I know what is best.” “I’m ready to break wildly free,” said she, “I see, but you must wait, your patience test.” “I’m eager to embrace my destiny,” He countered, “You’re… Continue Reading “Irrepressible”
Perpetual Motions
A whispered hint from brookside waters flowing, A full unfurled flag at NASA blowing, The sudden splash of slippery children sliding, The ever-widening wake of geese a-gliding, A court rotunda view of traffic growing, A hillside, sculpted lanes of grasses mowing, Or gentle rivulets… Continue Reading “Perpetual Motions”
Face in the Window
Peering out, he sees me stride away, He doesn’t cry or whimper, merely stares, wide-eyed and droopy-eared, he bids me stay without a word, he knows that I’m aware. Alas, I scurry off to market square, With tasks and shopping lists (suburban churn), He’ll… Continue Reading “Face in the Window”
Lighthouse in the Mist, Cape May, NJ
Bandit
Festive View from the Pub, Peddler’s Village – Lahaska, PA.
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