Perspectives through Prose, Poetry and Photography
Prose and Poetry
Moisture droplets raining, Slow, steady, staccato strikes, seeping into soggy, spongy, sod. Heaven tendrils, strewing, sowing Tender single seedling slivers; Up-raising strong spikes, Growing garden-green grass!
Swan lake gliders slide beyond our Provence picket fence: Bucolic “Les Baux.” This photo was taken while ‘en Provence’ last April. While staying at “La Cabro d’Or”, we would stroll from our garden terrace to the manor house, around this lovely lake, and the… Continue Reading “Haiku Friday: “Les Baux de Provence””
This photo was taken, after having just been seated for breakfast at Ponte Vedra Lodge at the end of March. Our window table afforded us the spectacular view seen here. Shades drawn just enough to shield our eyes, the sun’s rays shone on us… Continue Reading “Photo Friday: Natural Light”
I’m drawn once more To wind blown, ebbing shores To feel the sand-grains ‘neath my soles Bear silent witness to the quest of gulls, And fill my head and heart with surf-salt breeze. I rush on past the shore-side ‘ brellas, Treading hard the… Continue Reading “Sun ‘brellas”
Mom will be upset. Now that was an understatement, considering that Mom had devoted so many hours to complete the difficult, double-knit afghan. The pattern was called “Kelmscott Throw”, her Mother’s first adventure with the technique of double knitting, by… Continue Reading “Made with Love by Mom”
Why do I turn away? Centerpiece of this bright day, A Far Hills fete: “The Steeple Chase”. Autumn brilliance sets the stage: Whilst grassy-tracked steeds sling muddy sod, Orange-framed oval, strewn with spectators. Trumpet’s blare calls to all: “ta ra ta da”! I focus… Continue Reading “Chasing the Steeple”
I write this poem today, after having attended a concert at Lincoln Center, where Andras Schiff, not only created wonderful artistry at his fingertips doing two Bach Concerti, but also, and surprisingly, almost more impressive was his conducting of the Medelsohn and Schuman. it… Continue Reading “Maestro”
Written in response to weekend Trifextra Writing Challenge, asking foe exactly 33 words of advice.
Why oh why do I insist on crafting, with a string and sticks? Could it just be the thrill of art, a perfect piece will soon impart? Or maybe it’s the color blocks, or… Continue Reading “Obsession”