Opal Reflections
Perspectives through Prose, Poetry and Photography
Category: Villanelle
In Search of Eden
Watercolor wisps paint each new dawn, So t’was in the beginning, nascent time, Untrodden shores, calm seas, the slate is clean.
Forces of Nature
Forces of Nature Bleak days tumbled into months un-sunned, The path lay dormant, absent footfall sound, Neath cloak of white, in stealth, the damage done. With man’s best friend, in tandem ’twas begun, Before the chill they’d set out, forest bound, Bleak days tumbled… Continue Reading “Forces of Nature”
Mid-winter Song
I loll, just sheltered inches from the gray, Mid-winter bleak capitulates the scene, I wait and watch for signs of Spring, and pray! Generate sweet thoughts of tots at play. For weeks on end they gayly splashed and screamed, I loll, just sheltered inches from… Continue Reading “Mid-winter Song”
Undertow
Abandoned now, ‘neath looming storm-clouds gray, Banana-bunched boards, the only light, But undertow compels she cannot stay. He’d sing to her, life on review, he’d stay, Through sunniest of days and darkest nights, Abandoned now, ‘neath looming storm-clouds gray. He smiled to mask the… Continue Reading “Undertow”
Pre-Dawn Reflections
Echoes, shadow-whispers in the gray, Before the day when night is nearly gone, Lend prism-like perspective on my days. Web-like, o’er the wispy willows play, A spectral, thin array before the sun, Echoes, shadow-whispers in the gray. They flood my senses, jagged, on… Continue Reading “Pre-Dawn Reflections”
Fade to Black (Speakeasy #146)
While days and nights of eons fade to black, The same, sad swallow-song pervades my soul “I sat there and waited, but he never came back.” Sitcoms’ sputter; and laugh tracks’ bellow-brash, Can’t smother smooth the sulfur stench of coal, While days and nights… Continue Reading “Fade to Black (Speakeasy #146)”
Villanelle*: Precious Progeny
👫👫👫👫👫 ************************************************* My Grandsons, three plus two, my ‘starting five’ they rampage, romp, and shoot at hoops with zest My ‘Sis’ has five Grand-girls, in pink they thrive. all prettied up, her girls dress to the nines while mine, in ‘Pirate Blue”, launch plunder-quests… Continue Reading “Villanelle*: Precious Progeny”
Villanelle: Maysong
Their song arises to celestial realms bubbling o’er the cliff in coiling curls As hawk’s wings soar and float atop the elms. and top tall branches in the clouds entwined as ring by ring, the puffs of song unfurl Their song arises to celestial… Continue Reading “Villanelle: Maysong”
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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