Opal Reflections
Perspectives through Prose, Poetry and Photography
Category: Poetry
Writing, Photography, Culinary, Crafting
Clarity
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”
After the Storm
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”
Love
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”
Nesting Place (a villanelle)
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)”
Parallel Paths
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”
Balance of Nature
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”
Mornings in The Mist
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”
A Twist on Trees
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”
Ode to Bandit
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”
Cape May Musings
Of twines and splines secure alined, Of rough grain planking, tied to tines, Of wind-swept railings, white on white, Of salty breeze; morn, noon and night, Of greys and whites in contrast stark, Of summer evenings after dark, Of cognac shared ‘neath astral scenes,… Continue Reading “Cape May Musings”
Hibernation
Silent, steadfast, still through the wintry blasts, Storms return then ebb and rage again, Immured within, suspended, as in fast, Colony awaits to reawaken. Workers huddle, clustered round the queen, Saving stores of nectar, drones exiled, Few survive the frigid months between the warmth… Continue Reading “Hibernation”
Emergence
Another week, a Wednesday-weather day, Wave on white-out wave coats bark and bough, But something’s different, something in the way the sound of spring thaw drowns away the plow. My soul needs but take pause, renew my vow to smell a rose or… Continue Reading “Emergence”
Lighthouse in the Mist, Cape May, NJ
Bandit
Festive View from the Pub, Peddler’s Village – Lahaska, PA.
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