Category: Light and Shade Challenge

Acceptance

  Sitting on the dock of ‘Poly’ Bay, Scanning left to right and back again, Beaches where my grandsons freely play, Deep blue wavelets rippling on lagoon. Our fantasy vacation-land, like ‘Troon’, Is ever in our mind’s eye, winter long, When summer comes around, it’s…

An Engineer’s Journal: June 1967, “Lunch”

***** An Engineer’s Journal: June 1967 As a graduate chemical engineer, I expected the vagaries of being a woman in a traditionally male profession.  Yet, on that first day as a Process Design Engineer, I could not have predicted my first problematic situation in…

A Musician’s Notebook: Making a Rainbow

This is a beautiful and special place. Each summer, a prep school campus of rolling, green hills, clear mountain air, and rippling streams, nestled at the foot of Mt. Everett in Sheffield Massachusetts, becomes a backdrop to artistic achievement and expression. Although I’ve been participating…

An Engineer’s Journal: The Summer of ’66

It was with some trepidation that I boarded the #1 bus at Penn Station. A summer job at Stanley Tools seemed to be the next best thing to an actual internship in industry; and the summer between junior and senior year at Newark College…

Fences

We’re taught as tots to build our fences tall, From early days; protection from the world, We learn from watching those we love, appalled the flag of honesty is rare unfurled. We imitate, as guileless children, little girls and boys, who strive to be…

Leader of The Pack

  She is “Leader” Clad in royal blue regalia, She (a queen upon her throne), Poised to pounce, should there be need, Guidance, blessings, protection.   I am “Intern” Withdrawing far from madding crowd, I (observer watching from below), Poised to practice as I…

Color Guard

My thoughts align, begin to stratify, The fog is gently lifted giving way to clarity, these morning shores do gratify, As grayish morn to colors give its way. Beachside shaders line the closed cafe, Reflecting vibrancy (though dormant) on the deck, Mirror granite, window…

Savvy ‘Savonneurs’

    Returning to this aerie, Côte d’Azur Was meant to be a salve, a jaunt, a spree of sorts, yet (tears held back) I’m steady, sure that paths we chose back then were meant to be. ‘Savons en place’ a charming fantasy Of…

Lies of Omission

He stands as he has stood mid brush and stickler thickets, nesting spot for wrens, He offers life’s elixir, respite from the rush of feral creatures on the prowl again. His moldy feet secure, yet he pretends that he might teeter if a bird of…

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