Perspectives through Prose, Poetry and Photography
On this Good Friday, we are reminded that it is always darkest, before the dawn.
He hangs ‘mid relics borne of eons past, Not clown, but macabre monster might he be, For ‘neath the fearful fangs and horned masque, True countenance, though hidden well, we see. Photo Friday: Intense
In response to the Weekly Photo Challenge prompt this week – REWARD, I selected this photo of a hungry (but patient) Zebra Dove, perched table side at the Princeville Hotel Cafe (Kauai, Hawaii). This uninvited member of our party sat quietly until we were done, and then reaped his reward!
A walk in the woods, as seen through the eyes of my Cavalier King Charles Spaniel, choosing to heed my call, instead of romping freely through the leaves.
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”
This morning, I submitted this photo to the National Geographic Assignment: Street Scene. I took this photo with my iPhone (through a grimy windshield) earlier this month; as shoppers swamped a local grocery store, to stock up for a predicted blizzard. The day was… Continue Reading “Welcome”
Tip-tapping bamboo sticks repeat motif, Defining complex interweaves of threads Knit red, two white, then three, again repeat In hope it soon will warmly top her bed. A double-knitted pattern turns my head, Though twice the time and focus it demands, For working two… Continue Reading “Double-knitted Symmetry”
Last November we traveled to Puerto Rico, en route to St. Thomas in support of the Seton Hall Pirates, for the Paradise Jam, a pre-season college basketball tournament. While in Puerto Rico, we visited the town of Caguas, and toured several museums. The Museo de… Continue Reading “Roots (Weekly Photo Challenge: Express Yourself)”
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”
Whilst gathering Christmas photos, Ingesting sugar stuffs, Of garlands hung with stockings, And tots with ne’er enough. I’m wistful in my silence, And laughing low, I sigh, As scars of scrapes and tumbles pale, with church chimes nigh. Alone at midnight’s wakening, I’m watchful for the sign of holy incarnation,… Continue Reading “The Gift”