Opal Reflections
Perspectives through Prose, Poetry and Photography
Category: Creative Writing
Prose and Poetry
Empathic Eyes
Though I may be his master this I tell,
That he speaks to my heart, he’s trained me well.
Sliding Door
The high-ceilinged interior still purposefully exposes the original brick and mortar walls, and the entrance, though a welcoming glass-front facade, is guarded by a massive, man-made sliding door.
Winter Color
She nestles gently mid the leaf-shorn limbs, Content, though berries scant remain in reach, For bleak and dreary days have slow crept in, Yet winter’s pale can in this moment teach. As seen in passing glance, a soft-hued breach Wherein a splash of color… Continue Reading “Winter Color”
Objects d’Art
At last to view the changes to our “House” Amid the tiki torches, falls and leis, Where flourished once a rain-like forest doused, Would we even recognize the place? Attentions drawn instead towards the bay, As floor space opened wide before our eyes, The… Continue Reading “Objects d’Art”
Sun-bathed
Flaming star that rises new each morn, These billion years forever has it been, Yet we, mere mortal specks amid the dawn, Still marvel, as if vision ne’er had seen. It casts it’s tint of fire on the scene So e’en when face is… Continue Reading “Sun-bathed”
Our Daily Bread
“To see in color is a delight for the eye but to see in black and white is a delight for the soul.” – Andri Cauldwell Inspired by the Photo Friday prompt (Rural) this week, I began a relentless search of my photo portfolio… Continue Reading “Our Daily Bread”
Birthday Treat
Chez Catherine…As I sipped my champagne, I knew there’d be more in store for later I was to receive the true icing on the cake: hearing my grandsons sing “Happy Birthday, Dear Grandma…Happy Birthday to you!”
Sky Line
It’s not the silhouette of steel and glass That breaks the line of sight ‘tween land and sky It’s not the tallest spire, a gleaming mass of condos, hotels glitzy, rising high. It’s not the “Golden Gate” or “Bridge of Sighs”, Though they are… Continue Reading “Sky Line”
Delicate Balance
Astride she stands so tall, serene, No waver in her footing, The watery depths her safety net, Her oar, sloped straight and wooden. So strong and brave she takes her post, So Innocent and sweet, We stand ashore and marvel at her calm and… Continue Reading “Delicate Balance”
Mittens
Winter is coming! Not tomorrow or next week, not this month or next month, but surely winter is sneaking in, seeping ‘neath the back door sill…
Sweet Dreams
We stuffed animals have to stick together, especially if we are to remain “preferred traveling companions”!
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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