Opal Reflections
Perspectives through Prose, Poetry and Photography
Category: Sonnet
Adieu
The woods soft beckon on these last few days of Autumn, on the wane as chill sets in, Umbrella canopy is gone, it could not stay, We face our hopeless yearnings from within. The brook once was a rivulet, a stream that overflowed (in spring) its… Continue Reading “Adieu”
A Gathering of Gray
Reflections on watching the gathering, gray storm clouds, as boats in the harbor begin to rock and sway.
Many Moons Ago
‘Twas years ago (or was just a day), We’re racing ‘down the shore’ to rescue her, from demons overtaking weakened state, We spread our supplications, pray they’re heard. Her road had been rocky and absurd, Since Dad was taken to eternal rest, In downward… Continue Reading “Many Moons Ago”
Beyond the Steam
Preparing for the concert, mind is filled, My spirit chimes with measures, harmonies, An un-trite, polyphonic mesh, but still My aim: maybe to learn these melodies. To ease my pre-show nerves and soothe my knees, Bubbles, soft and warm, pile high and light, In… Continue Reading “Beyond the Steam”
Beyond the Drapes
I oft’ deny a few more precious winks, To rise from down-soft sleeping place, sublime. Beyond the heavy drapes, as night moon sinks, The light is changing with each tick of time. Feeling blindly, camera case inclined and leaning close aside the rattan chair,… Continue Reading “Beyond the Drapes”
Teardrops
Trodden, verdant shafts beneath her soles Bled cool and damp and flattened here once more, Ritual oft-repeated, silenced but unfold- ing her dismay, despair and wounded core. It reached within, like sword in days of yore, To twist and grind the sorrow hidden well,… Continue Reading “Teardrops”
Warmth
Warmth can be a cozy, comfy chair, Upon which thrown, a hand-knit afghan quilt, Awaiting little boys who tumble in, and there fake-wrestle for first dibs; no signs of guilt. A grandson hiding in the fort he built with tablecloths and sheets from grandma’s… Continue Reading “Warmth”
Curtain Call
We stand alert and waiting, muscles tight, Our eyes burn, focused on the stand like rays of sunlight, magnified and bright As Maestro takes the stage, baton in hand. A thousand hours since I first began rehearsing brilliant music, t’was my choice, A single… Continue Reading “Curtain Call”
A Noble Life
While trudging through the forest dark and deep, I spied an eerie crossroads sight, a tree, Alone amid the leaves and crocus heaped with fervor, ‘top her rosebud roots – her feet. She once had noble lean and leafy shine, Where children found their shelter from… Continue Reading “A Noble Life”
With Pen in Hand…
“Every man is guilty of all the good he didn’t do.” Voltaire As autumn swings into its waning arc, I’m thoughtful, as in days and times of yore, Reminding, with its ‘Technicolor’ parks, Dismissing summer ‘lush’ that came before. The parable for life,… Continue Reading “With Pen in Hand…”
Echoes
While sloshing through the fallen leaves I spied, A camouflaged encumbrance; steps of stone, A long-forgotten staircase wedged long-side my brambled forest path, I stood alone. Transfixed, confounded, searching for the home or structure high on hill, to which it led, Yet finding none,… Continue Reading “Echoes”
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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