Opal Reflections
Perspectives through Prose, Poetry and Photography
Category: DPChallenge
Weekly Photo Challenge: On Top
My entry(a little late, this week) for The Weekly Photo Challenge:On Top.
An Easter Ditty
Brightly colored, named and set aside, For Easter bunny pranks and searching fun, Each year the giggling chorus starts outside, Cacophony of happiness, boys undone. I spy with my sharp eye an aqua orb, Nestled on a tree trunk, perched just so, I’ll leave… Continue Reading “An Easter Ditty”
Treasure Trove
My eyes are dazzled by the glinting sun, Sparkling on the hulls of seashell casts, Unique as crystal snowflakes, each is one, From depths beyond and ages long since past. The gulls have salvaged living prey, amassed, Leaving only sharps where once was life,… Continue Reading “Treasure Trove”
Remediation
The day has come to open wounds long healed, but still irate, The day has come to clear the deck, of hardware left in place. I thought the scars and tendon woes were hazy, distant trials And yet, the inflammation grows, I face the next… Continue Reading “Remediation”
Weekly Photo Challenge: Street Life
This street scene could be anywhere. But it isn’t just anywhere. The cobblestones in this square have been a feeding ground for pigeons and pedestrians for centuries. This square sits on the heart of Avignon, just behind and down the alley from the… Continue Reading “Weekly Photo Challenge: Street Life”
Thoughts From The Bench
This poem was inspired by a walk in the woods at Buttermilk Falls Inn, when I came upon this long-forgotten bench. I began to think about what stories this ‘object’ might tell, could it speak. How many lovers, hand in hand, approached and stayed… Continue Reading “Thoughts From The Bench”
Silent Eloquence
Looking out over the expanse of neatly arranged chairs, that in a few hours will be teeming with concert-goers, the stark contrast is clear. This anticipatory lull is prelude to a great crescendo of excitement. It’s as if calm before the storm; the lows… Continue Reading “Silent Eloquence”
Only a Game
I was home on that fateful night in April, 1989. My teenage daughter had given up on trying to stay awake to watch the championship game, broadcast “Live” from Seattle; so armed with my Pirate gear, a huge bowl of popcorn and a bottle… Continue Reading “Only a Game”
Second Chances
We’d been lost for years, Searching for a sign that things might change. At each juncture, We chose our path together Trusting that our charge into the new century, Would alter The trajectory of our lives. ************************************************************************** This was written in response to Trifextra… Continue Reading “Second Chances”
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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