Opal Reflections
Perspectives through Prose, Poetry and Photography
Category: Poetry
Writing, Photography, Culinary, Crafting
Alone
ALONE: written after stopping by a sculpture of this retriever, that was hidden in the bramble bushes along a path at the Buttermilk Inn in Milton, NY. It reminded me of my grandsons’ beloved golden retrievers, Bogie and Madison. A ncient wisdom from… Continue Reading “Alone”
Beyond the Blind
Cliff rises, shear and sharply, up from earth, O’er glacier lake so still and icy sheen, whilst whistling winds, faint whisper of new birth, Alive and teeming, wild, beyond tree-green. There, Wolf’s demeanor, practiced, hiding girth, With patience practiced (spy his piercing eyes), Cajoling, mean,… Continue Reading “Beyond the Blind”
The Gift
Now stormy days subside, suspended sense inevitable silence, once the winds abate, As snow melts deep beneath the thaw-starved dense, and branch-strewn turf, I breath a sigh and wait. What am I waiting for? A wiped-clean slate, As Mother Earth, from sunlight, bright, restored,… Continue Reading “The Gift”
Blurred Images
While in Alexandria a few weekends ago, I snapped this photo with my iPhone, through the rain-slicked window of a moving bus. I almost discarded this frame, until I looked beyond the droplets, to the hustling bustling masses descending from the King Street Station… Continue Reading “Blurred Images”
PAT-TERN
I softly fold it, setting it aside, A moment more to tag (To…From…), A crocheted throw, (another one?) indeed, But this was for the young man he’s become. No more the baby blues of soft layettes, No more the booties, hats and mitten sets,… Continue Reading “PAT-TERN”
Home (Revisited)
The whine of tyke bikes, go carts whirring by, The block where long our house is standing tall, The lawn of seven shades of bluegrass rye, While I, from front-porch rocker, watch it all. We pedal ’round the town, inhaling Fall The nippy, clear,… Continue Reading “Home (Revisited)”
Invitation
Come with me across the bridge! We’ve time, On mainland shore we linger and opine, A picnic just for two, we’ve brought the wine, A solitary respite, sure we’ll find, And then, perhaps, I’ll ask you to “be mine”, Come, take my hand, across… Continue Reading “Invitation”
Subjective Perspective
The point of one’s perspective may be blind, (I mused) when spying gay-adorned displays, For deep within the recess of my mind, The mimeographed script again replayed. We children, both, role-playing on that day so long ago, he was the soldier boy, And I,… Continue Reading “Subjective Perspective”
Repurposed Life
A weathered greenhouse, built to shield, protect young specimens within, from wintry wind, To magnify and golden rays project, Injuring seedlings from the seasons’ clime. Hardy pots reside outside, aligned along the curb, or sheltered from the fray, Beneath the wooden, weathered, a-framed splines,… Continue Reading “Repurposed Life”
Here Comes The Moon
On the eve of The Masterwork Chorus’ “Masterwork Mania”(a fundraiser program of Beatles music), I am sitting in a hospital room, knowing that I won’t be joining my fellow choristers, this time around. A sudden onset of diverticulitis has temporarily derailed me. A consolation… Continue Reading “Here Comes The Moon”
Traveler
Traversing over pebbled, stick-strewn treads, While on my daily walk, out in the wild, I came to where the road diverged ahead And mused which way; then paused, in awe, beguiled. You’d think a was a young ‘un, just a child entranced by stories… Continue Reading “Traveler”
Noodling
A single strand, extruded long and wound, Entwining round, inextricably bound, Enmeshed among the others that surround, Becoming nested noodle bowl, undrowned. Weekly Photo Challenge: Rounded</
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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