Opal Reflections
Perspectives through Prose, Poetry and Photography
Category: Yeah Write
Inextinguishable
“She couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen the stars,” yet there above the cloudy cover shining still; bright, clear and sparkling, as she’d been (before she’d yielded all to be another). Forever, hands and hearts, began to smother deep-most yearnings, (who might she… Continue Reading “Inextinguishable”
The Winding Path
“When did you know you were lost?” he asked (so wise), Since he’d been there and back, a long time yore he’d gone too far astray, his sad demise lay fossil-like: a starfish washed ashore. His journey was circuitous, yet sure of his intent, he… Continue Reading “The Winding Path”
Back to School
This week is the run-up to BlogU 2014, and though I will likely be the most ‘senior’ blogger in attendance, I am looking forward to sharing a blog-focused weekend with my daughter, a fantastic writer, self-published author and blogger (I’m Still Learning). We’ll drive… Continue Reading “Back to School”
Clarity
The first time she was lost, an injured bird, She’d wondered where she’d erred, how this could be, Accepting blame, she bought in to ‘absurd’ With opened arms, the truth had set them free. He looked into the mirrorwall; saw “he”, She saw;… Continue Reading “Clarity”
An Engineer’s Journal: June, 2001 – Turning The Page
“Until the day I die, I’ll never forget those glassy, unblinking eyes.” they haunt me still, Years were cut abruptly, I regret, His callous satisfaction, feigned conceal. To some he was a buddy, someone real But I, a distaff staffer, stood outside, I chuckled… Continue Reading “An Engineer’s Journal: June, 2001 – Turning The Page”
Tangled Woods
As leaf pods fell to earth like grassy snow, The unpaved, woodsy path, a mossy trail that lured me ever deeper, bent to know what wonders to unfold, to sip the grail. But skies began to darken, lifted eyes alert, while soggy grounds beneath… Continue Reading “Tangled Woods”
Skirmish at Sunrise
They come because they must. They gather at waters edge, vying for position. They stand, they watch and wait; their bugle call, the cadence of the breakers. The sun slowly, surely, lifts its face above the horizon. The salty skirmish begins anew. Written for… Continue Reading “Skirmish at Sunrise”
Interstitial
*********** By considering this most improbable possibility, I venture into uncharted waters; terrified and titillated by the, heretofore, unacceptable reality. I suspend my disbelief, daring to acknowledge that since eleven twenty-two, I’ve been dangling helplessly in an interstitial, inescapable slice of trapped… Continue Reading “Interstitial”
Fortuity
As schoolyard beaus they shared a trance-like smile, ‘cross the expanse, mere sight lines through the fence, Her goal; to reach his heart-space without guile, To share a glance of innocence (impulsive child)! By time they reached the ripe, old age of ten… Continue Reading “Fortuity”
Happy “Birth” Day
“Winter seemed reluctant to release its hold”, and yet his sister, Spring, crept near, A quickening within, imbued a calming peace, I teetered on the brink; embraced my fear. Months of wafting breezes through the sheers, Unfolding rainbows, blinking on the billows, Nestled soft… Continue Reading “Happy “Birth” Day”
Liberty Pole
Passion carved in wood, Rising rage, our nation’s birth, Masses’ voices heard. yeahwrite.me/moonshine/
Lighthouse in the Mist, Cape May, NJ
Bandit
Festive View from the Pub, Peddler’s Village – Lahaska, PA.
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