Opal Reflections
Perspectives through Prose, Poetry and Photography
Category: The Sunday Whirl
The Gift
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”
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”
Healing Hibernation
November… I know because a gray cloud cloaks my soul, I stand upon the brink of day, though predawn sky’s still dark. I trust a spark of morning’s bursting light will soon burn through, Lifting fog, creating clarity, Slash a way to scrape through buried pain, Acceptance. It will… Continue Reading “Healing Hibernation”
Absence
The shore recedes from view, seems all is calm, But rumbling rifts unseen, love can’t sustain, He stands alone ‘neath leaning, whispering palms, Muted, baffled, passions yet untamed. No stutter in his step, yet fears unnamed, Cannot suppress the longing in his soul, He… Continue Reading “Absence”
Secret Sanctum
Was barely eight when first I found, This hidden hollow for my sticks and stones, and hunted sea glass; from the world around, I never tired, in this blissful zone. One day, flamboyant, signaling sound disclosed, Irritated first, I watched, transformed anew, The sunny,… Continue Reading “Secret Sanctum”
An Engineer’s Journal: January 2005 – An Interview in The City
January 13, 2005 It was my husband’s birthday. There was something surreal about driving north on the snow-covered NJ Turnpike with my mate of 38 years, en route to Manhattan for a meeting (interview); in the dead of winter, on a Sunday morning! Bob… Continue Reading “An Engineer’s Journal: January 2005 – An Interview in The City”
Floating Dock
Craving these misty mornings, Escaping to night-shattering dawn, Rocking to the gentle undulations, Sloshing soft on un-named lake lagoon, Beating a metronomic pulse: Soul-stirring. Treading barefoot on grainy planks, Leaving sleepy-land behind, Feeling safely tethered, yet free, Floating, yet (the rub) still captive, Vanishing,… Continue Reading “Floating Dock”
Dog Days of Spring
Sharply cold, his foot pads on the grass, He scurries frantically to beat the crowd, They, the better vantage point from which to spy and seize the trinkets locked inside. But he with savvy nose and limber bones, Discovers those that hide from humankind,… Continue Reading “Dog Days of Spring”
Walking The Dog
🌾🌾🌾 With leashy strap and pocketful of treats, We swing across the threshold, sun shines in, We’ve powered down for months in woolen pleats, But spring is here (they say), let us begin. We tough the barrier path, as cartwheels spin And soon we’re… Continue Reading “Walking The Dog”
Out-takes
As I lean back to peer into the grueling, I see (what others may have seen) too late: “Two young hares, rump to rump, like dueling pistols crouched by the gate,” we wait. We chose this path, this charted course our fate, Now a… Continue Reading “Out-takes”
Lucid Moments
Soaring upward, morning flight illusions, Aircraft rising higher with the sun, As if to Synchronize combined ascents, The booming blast aloft has now begun. Embracing eagle-nest perspective, As earbuds softly smother shrieks and sighs, Shard-like sounds, soliloquy intrusions, Pushing ambient antics all aside. Seizing… Continue Reading “Lucid Moments”
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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