Opal Reflections
Perspectives through Prose, Poetry and Photography
Category: Trifecta Writing Challenge (Archives)
Pedestrians
These breezy dawns of damp and shifting grains Compel us to return, these endless days, Bare-footed and bare-pawed, we stroll the same, unpaved path of swirling, breaking waves. In solitude (we wish we could allay the inevitable masses, as the light erases misty morns… Continue Reading “Pedestrians”
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”
Homeward Bound
The moment arrives, Time to satisfy the beast within. Boardwalk planks remind me; I’m shoeless! Thrust into this moment, I pause, Gasping, I see only beauty ahead: Symmetry! Simplicity! Serenity! I’m homeward bound. .
Song Sung Blue!
“Trust me!” His words rang true. “Follow me!” His eyes pierced through. “Love me!” His heart beat blue. “Leave me!” His sin would undo. “Forget me!” His song untrue. “Take me back! Wait! That wasn’t what I meant.”
Unbalanced
Balanced scales shift, day by day They give and take, they tilt each way, ‘Til Yin and Yang in disarray, Scales un-evened, to my dismay, Unbalanced, savage swing and sway, He’s gone away. ******** Written in response to Trifecta Challenge: “This week we’re asking… Continue Reading “Unbalanced”
An Engineer’s Journal (October 1963): Chemistry 101
October, 1963 She missed the bus. Building up a ‘psychological head-of-steam’, she envisioned her ‘grand entrance’ into Professor C’s Chemistry class. His rants were the stuff of urban legend. To make matters worse, the lecture hall was an intimidating venue, with tiered seating that… Continue Reading “An Engineer’s Journal (October 1963): Chemistry 101”
An Engineer’s Journal (September 29, 1963): Sunday Night Bowling
Crouching over textbooks at Hayne’s Lanes, ignoring the din. Engineering? Really? Jill rolls a spare; our team cheers her on. I complete my Thermo assignment, hoping that someday, I will see my ROI. http://www.flickr.com/photos/thomasleuthard/ This was written for Trifextra, and is part of “the… Continue Reading “An Engineer’s Journal (September 29, 1963): Sunday Night Bowling”
‘Stats’ of Time
⚾️⚾️⚾️ The first time I saw him, nine years ago, he slid in the sure grasp of the nurse, as she penned his ‘stats’ on the blue score card. I blinked. He slid home. ‘Stats’: One hit, one run. ⚾️⚾️⚾️ This week’s a Trifecta… Continue Reading “‘Stats’ of Time”
His Magic Touch
The 33-word piece that follows, is a parody of Rudolph’s rondo, and a true story, relating my confusion over my tree lights. I had deliberately switched off the lights of our beautifully trimmed Christmas tree, and was on my way up to bed, when… Continue Reading “His Magic Touch”
Fiery
This was written in response to Photo Friday: Frail (This week’s Challenge: ‘Fiery’. http://www.photofriday.com/challenge.php?id=1347) and In response to the weekend Trifextra, which asks that the writer use the same form of a word of her choosing, three times, in a thirty-three word post. The… Continue Reading “Fiery”
Birds of a Feather
Written in response to Trifecta challenge: Companion:3 a : one that is closely connected with something similar b : one employed to live with and serve another – See more at: http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/#sthash.qzKsNCHe.dpuf
Weekly Photo Challenge: Habit “My Dwindling Woodpile”
This post is a “three-fer”: WeeklyPhoto Challege: Habit Studio 30+: Locked Trifextra Weekend Challenge: Buddhist cosmology tells of Trāyastriṃśa, or the Heaven of Thirty-Three gods, which rule over the human realm. This weekend we’re asking for exactly 33 of your own words about a… Continue Reading “Weekly Photo Challenge: Habit “My Dwindling Woodpile””
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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