Opal Reflections
Perspectives through Prose, Poetry and Photography
Category: Poetry
Writing, Photography, Culinary, Crafting
Infinity
It’s all in one’s perspective, stirred or calm, No absolute to clear attempt define, Are we the epicenter of our realm, Or mere iotas in the breadth of time? In awe of spacious skies and hues sublime, Yet conscious that we’re specks of vast… Continue Reading “Infinity”
Choices
I’m drawn toward the crusty, clanging gate While only yards ahead, an easy wall stands stalwart, sturdy, rock on rock, in wait for someone just like me, to heed the call. A metaphor for problems that befall and plague our humdrum, hapless times, To… Continue Reading “Choices”
Camofoliaged
As limbs rise skyward, ever seeking light, One stands in awe at Mother Nature’s shears, Though likened to a bonsai, man-made sight, Intrinsic beauty crafted through the years. Yet deep beneath the foliage, hid from fear, Some denizens depending to subsist, Within a secret… Continue Reading “Camofoliaged”
Still Waters
Far deep beneath the clear, blue surface-gleam, I’ve only just begun to delve below the calm and glassy mirror of this stream, Perhaps I fear what vision quest may show. So often thought to be a sign of growth, Of wisdom, neath a superficial… Continue Reading “Still Waters”
Just around the bend…
Just around the bend, you’ve journeyed, out of sight, Just around the bend, I’ll follow, when it’s right, Just o’er the rising hill, your essence leaves a trace, Just o’er the rising hill, you’ve reached a sacred place. Down the road apiece (I’m only… Continue Reading “Just around the bend…”
Eileen’s Lullaby
Today I came upon a weathered item, While sorting through mementos from the past, A single, tiny photo of my sister, Young mom with babe in arms, old times now flashed. She, standing by a screen, the sunlight filtering in, to rest upon her… Continue Reading “Eileen’s Lullaby”
The Edge of Dawn
The edge of dawn invades the salt sea air,
When I seek peace, this is my saving prayer.
Trash or Treasure?
A speck of bread crumb oft remains unseen, Another creature’s trash, a port in storm, As cold retreats, it leaves a blanket scene, That covers over seeds ‘neath ice platform.
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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