Opal Reflections
Perspectives through Prose, Poetry and Photography
Category: Sonnet
Vanishing Point
The eye is drawn to the vanishing point at the horizon, flanked by the architecturally pristine and picturesque white boards of the foot bridge.
Moon-Star
Amid the noise, distractions of these days, I oft begin to sense the churn, my head aching, tightening, gripping me in waves of undulating urgency and dread. The pundits and prognosticators plead, Conspiracies abound with buzz and malice, And failing to rebuke the blaring… Continue Reading “Moon-Star”
Empathic Eyes
Though I may be his master this I tell,
That he speaks to my heart, he’s trained me well.
Sliding Door
The high-ceilinged interior still purposefully exposes the original brick and mortar walls, and the entrance, though a welcoming glass-front facade, is guarded by a massive, man-made sliding door.
Winter Color
She nestles gently mid the leaf-shorn limbs, Content, though berries scant remain in reach, For bleak and dreary days have slow crept in, Yet winter’s pale can in this moment teach. As seen in passing glance, a soft-hued breach Wherein a splash of color… Continue Reading “Winter Color”
Objects d’Art
At last to view the changes to our “House” Amid the tiki torches, falls and leis, Where flourished once a rain-like forest doused, Would we even recognize the place? Attentions drawn instead towards the bay, As floor space opened wide before our eyes, The… Continue Reading “Objects d’Art”
Sun-bathed
Flaming star that rises new each morn, These billion years forever has it been, Yet we, mere mortal specks amid the dawn, Still marvel, as if vision ne’er had seen. It casts it’s tint of fire on the scene So e’en when face is… Continue Reading “Sun-bathed”
Sky Line
It’s not the silhouette of steel and glass That breaks the line of sight ‘tween land and sky It’s not the tallest spire, a gleaming mass of condos, hotels glitzy, rising high. It’s not the “Golden Gate” or “Bridge of Sighs”, Though they are… Continue Reading “Sky Line”
Sweet Dreams
We stuffed animals have to stick together, especially if we are to remain “preferred traveling companions”!
Family
After finding this teepee in the woods I imagined a family adventure neath its sheltering boughs. Read more…
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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