Opal Reflections
Perspectives through Prose, Poetry and Photography
Category: Sonnet
Happy Trails
Excitement builds, as darkness settles in, Once sweltering sun dips low as day is done, From o’er the dark the opening strains begin, Repeated ritual calling us again. The sprawling barge lights with their sweet refrains, Sail slowly ‘cross the languorous lagoon, And we,… Continue Reading “Happy Trails”
Loss
Learning to become myself once more, Learning he’s not here to calm my fears, Mostly out of focus, strain to know, Where is my path (between escaping tears)? Thought I was secure through all the years, We learned together how to build our life,… Continue Reading “Loss”
Fallen Feather
This morn I spied a feather, frail and fine, Upon the splintering deck rail, in the sun, Whose slanting stream of light enhanced the spline, Causing pause and leaving me awe-stunned. What flutter-winged dove whose day begun pursuing nuts and seeds, has flown… Continue Reading “Fallen Feather”
Good as Gold
Our travel bags retrieved, then tagged and packed, Each year, this day, with only hours to go, Filled, bulging piggy-banks have been attacked, The countdown’s creeping to a dwindling low. So many tasks to check before we go: Alert the postman, stop the paper… Continue Reading “Good as Gold”
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”
The Edge of Dawn
The edge of dawn invades the salt sea air,
When I seek peace, this is my saving prayer.
Fleeting
Photo 101:Day Thirteen: Moment & Motion
“Our lives are made up of big events and tiny moments. Ultimately, life is fleeting, and oftentimes it’s these small moments, this motion, that we love to document.”
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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