Opal Reflections
Perspectives through Prose, Poetry and Photography
Category: Creative Writing
Prose and Poetry
Motion
The windmill at Peddlar’s Village stands tall and silent, against the dramatic, wispy-clouded sky of Bucks County.
Listening to Silence
Upon this clear and glassy, deep, blue water, Gliding effortless, across the spanse, Spied by only towering mountain spires, Gazing down upon my silent dance. No piercing sound, no ticking time, no meter, Save the sturdy oar-sluice thru the deep, Keeping steady, though unhurried,… Continue Reading “Listening to Silence”
Of Two Chairs
Of morning tea beside the trickling. Â fountain, Attending to the nesting birds of spring; Of sandwiches and chips for May-time lunch, The welcomed mid-day respite that it brings; Of languid, lazed “martini eves” of summer, Playing fetch, with puppy toys a-fling; Our coupled Adirondacks… Continue Reading “Of Two Chairs”
Maple Resilience
Oh regal, beauteous maple, long you’ve stood, Bowing o’er my porch, through sun and storm, You share your shade until, in Fall, your leaves announce (in whispers) hints of coming frost. Your beauty tells a tale – but that’s not all, Your purpose spreads… Continue Reading “Maple Resilience”
Sleepless
I couldn’t sleep last night, though I knew I should.  With each passing hour, I recalculated how many hours of sleep I might be able to squeeze in before dawn. In desperation, I played a self hypnosis podcast that should have lulled me into relaxation.… Continue Reading “Sleepless”
From Both Sides Now
She sang: “I look at clouds from both sides now” I’ve pondered often on these puzzling words, Yet ringing true today, with furrowed brow, I wonder how to heal my crippled bird. She’s lived each day by loving, not by sword, Yet life has… Continue Reading “From Both Sides Now”
Weightless
Weightlessly, it wafted towards the earth, No rush or brush of time compelled its fall within my field of vision, yet spread mirth and wonder on the meaning of it all. Mere moments just preceding, it’d soared tall, A single quill, amid a thousand… Continue Reading “Weightless”
Atone Poem
I’m mad at me, I let him down, I promised to wait up, I tried to stay awake but (groan) Alas, I fell asleep! I even took a bath to while away the evening hours, It did the trick, just like a child, Alas… Continue Reading “Atone Poem”
Mirrored Tranquility
I find myself beside this mirrored lake, These amber afternoons on deep-wood treks, Or when the trees have lost their leafy drape, And oft when fawn bound freely cross my steps. But always stop where water laps on shore, Around the bend toward the… Continue Reading “Mirrored Tranquility”
Of Bunnies Bats and Basketballs
Bunnies, bats, abandoned basketballs Across the yyard, as summer’s taken toll, The once-lush green scape fading into fall, And school boys back in session, cease their roil. Their shrieking, wild abandon still rings clear With choosing sides for stickball (to applause) And bouncing balls on… Continue Reading “Of Bunnies Bats and Basketballs”
Mohonk Morning
Morning at Mohonk is incomparable and unforgettable! We first discovered this many years ago, when we went to the Mohonk Preserve for the outdoor wedding of the daughter of a dear friend. We outsmarted ourselves by reserving the weekend at Mohonk Mountain House, rather… Continue Reading “Mohonk Morning”
Split Personality
Hard-spiked, standing tall Single stalk, aslant, bursts forth Wispy, silken stars. Photo Friday: Â #black_and_white
Lighthouse in the Mist, Cape May, NJ
Bandit
Festive View from the Pub, Peddler’s Village – Lahaska, PA.
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