Category: Light and Shade Challenge

The Journey

I expect incredibly vibrant sunrise shots and mirrored reflections of the Seven Seas Lagoon; but some of my more memorable moments come from unexpected sights and sounds encountered along the way.

B❤️J

B❤️J ..a poem (inspired by simple carving on a bench), about childhood sweethearts.

Berryman Place

“…Berryman Place….As an impressionable nine year old, I was relieved that it wasn’t “Bury man Place”. I don’t recall having seen any “berry” men, but I do remember the “Ice Man”, the “Milk Man”, the “Soda Man”, the “Coal Man”, the “Knife-sharpening Man” and (my favorite) the “Ice Cream Man”…read more…

Webs

A Sonnet inspired by A single strand of spider’s web, a tenuous start, perhaps a new beginning

In Search of Eden

Watercolor wisps paint each new dawn, So t’was in the beginning, nascent time, Untrodden shores, calm seas, the slate is clean.

A Gift of Fleece

This pasture serves its denizens quite well A place where they can thrive while roaming free Until, like Pavlov’s dogs, they heed the bell That clangs in urgent clamoring “come see.” The trusty Sheltie rounds them up with ease, Conditioned to their four-legged shepherd’s…

Finding Clarity

“Now that the water’s still, reflection shows.”

Decision

  Today, the first day of the rest of life,

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,…

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…

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,…

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…

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