Opal Reflections
Perspectives through Prose, Poetry and Photography
Category: Poetry
Writing, Photography, Culinary, Crafting
My Obsession (Photo Friday, Haiku Friday)
Ponte Vedra Pre-dawn Shark teeth undertow, ‘Neath rainbow-painted moon-sky, Predawn shifting sands. One of my many obsessions is photographing sunrises. There is nothing like the peace and stillness just before sunrise. On a beach, the gulls gather to swoop up their breakfast; in Eze… Continue Reading “My Obsession (Photo Friday, Haiku Friday)”
Homeward Bound
The moment arrives, Time to satisfy the beast within. Boardwalk planks remind me; I’m shoeless! Thrust into this moment, I pause, Gasping, I see only beauty ahead: Symmetry! Simplicity! Serenity! I’m homeward bound. .
Liberty Pole
Passion carved in wood, Rising rage, our nation’s birth, Masses’ voices heard. yeahwrite.me/moonshine/
March Madness
After months of snow and ice The rains return, Erasing dirty dunes and saturating frozen earth. Window’s blowing curtains open wide I sleep but dreams don’t stay, Instead my brain replaying scenes: Deserted trains to nowhere, speeding past. I strain to free myself from… Continue Reading “March Madness”
Inscrutable Visage (Photo Friday: Calm)
Peaceful, placid place, Stoic, stolid face, Bespeaks of ages past and days to come. This overwintering rest, Puts fibers on my breast That serve me well, then serve a greater purpose. Soft and fluffy fleece, Knowing brings me peace, My swaddling gift for babes… Continue Reading “Inscrutable Visage (Photo Friday: Calm)”
Islands of Man
 Life had once been defined by linears and absolutes. Our intersections well-combined; concentric pegs, ladders and chutes. Cabin logs fit, notch on notch and oaken floors laid tongue-in-groove, Alpha letters etched on blocks, built towers high to stand, unmoved. Our party lines were… Continue Reading “Islands of Man”
Thoughts From The Bench
This poem was inspired by a walk in the woods at Buttermilk Falls Inn, when I came upon this long-forgotten bench. I began to think about what stories this ‘object’ might tell, could it speak. How many lovers, hand in hand, approached and stayed… Continue Reading “Thoughts From The Bench”
A Walk in Winter (Photo Friday: Explore; Haiku Friday)
Tree trunk points the way, Ice-trodden trail sluiced from snow, Wintry, woodland walk.
Song Sung Blue!
“Trust me!” His words rang true. “Follow me!” His eyes pierced through. “Love me!” His heart beat blue. “Leave me!” His sin would undo. “Forget me!” His song untrue. “Take me back! Wait! That wasn’t what I meant.”
Silent Sins
“Don’t blame the sinner.” Her words still simmer ‘neath the surface of my soul As if by nodding so her sin would be undone, Could be blotted out with brushes broad and white. She bears no shame, her hedon’s halo glows, As if the… Continue Reading “Silent Sins”
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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