Perspectives through Prose, Poetry and Photography
Prose and Poetry
Wish for seasons past, the golden, olden days of yore, a boy at heart bends low to peek at village denizens, some worn with age, Some opened new, and “Christmas Tree Shop” sleek. Remembered flood of youth’s pure joy, he seeks, Ride sugarplums of… Continue Reading “The Mind’s Eye”
I watch and wait, transfixed and terrified, As roiling clouds forecast impending doom, Suspended in this space, I’m satisfied. This calm before the storm does serve to guide, I’m doubtful, can survival be assumed? I watch and wait, transfixed and terrified. A metaphor for… Continue Reading “Clarity”
Dampened, drenched planks beneath my feet, Each step unfolds reflected, unslaked scenes, As steady waters flow, e’er silently, sedate, At close of day, imbued with subtle gleam. Perhaps they’re just mirages or conjured dreams, But no, I’ve been here thousand times before, And tho… Continue Reading “After the Storm”
Reaching, ever gentle, Comforting, supporting her, Grandson makes her smile. My daughter captured this moment of tenderness, after an afternoon at the Animal Kingdom, as we soggily (having gotten caught in the usual Florida downpour) and wearily trudged to the bus stop. PhotoFriday:… Continue Reading “Love”
I fretted nightly ‘bout the nesting place, Rough-hewn by hand and hung with care, secure, And still, I feared the feral feline’s chase. Each morning, I revisited the place, Where days before, I’d placed it, to endure, I fretted nightly ‘bout the nesting place.… Continue Reading “Nesting Place (a villanelle)”
Through the drinking glass, I glance a clue, A stem of unreality unfolds, A mere illusion or does this ring true, And how am I to know which story’s told? We’ll likely never know while living bold, Pursuing daily chores, ignoring fate, Perhaps there’s… Continue Reading “Parallel Paths”
It was 1944. There he was again, her handsome beau; all decked out, standing at her front door with a small white box in his hand. Soon, he would tenderly pin the simple corsage to her collar. He knocked tentatively, barely able to constrain his anticipation.… Continue Reading “Family Tree”
This scene is replayed each morning, as the long rays of the rising sun highlight the tips of the sparkling breakers. Diving seabirds know that breakfast awaits and each, in turn, swoops swiftly into the crashing surf to snag its prey. I take my… Continue Reading “Balance of Nature”
This week, when challenged to publish a favorite photo, I leafed through my stunning sunrises and sunsets, my macro pics of springtime flowers and my pelicans and seagulls soaring and swooping into the breaking surf; I paused at this stunning shot of spider pearls,… Continue Reading “Spinning Silk”
As summertime returns I feel a sense of something missing, ne’er to be again, My Sheffield mornings, fogged-in valleys drenched in mist, ‘neath Berkshire mountain chain. These memories will ever play, repeat, To make me smile, each time I feel the damp of dewy… Continue Reading “Mornings in The Mist”
More than lovely, more than seaside shade, Symbolizing strength, endurance, tempting fate, Clinging for her life through gales and swales, Yet ever twisting upward, winding straight. She’s home to flora and fauna of the isles, Her gaily painted fruits and leaves grow wild, She… Continue Reading “A Twist on Trees”
He wakens with the birds and begs me to join, Exuberant, racing down the stairs to grass, Midst scatter’ing squirrels and pre-dawn cooing doves, His happiness unbridled, life’s a gas. Reluctant, I begin with aches and moans, His spirit wins me over every time,… Continue Reading “Ode to Bandit”