Perspectives through Prose, Poetry and Photography
The point of one’s perspective may be blind, (I mused) when spying gay-adorned displays, For deep within the recess of my mind, The mimeographed script again replayed. We children, both, role-playing on that day so long ago, he was the soldier boy, And I,… Continue Reading “Subjective Perspective”
Bearing witness to the mostly-melted snow cover blanketing the yard, I allow thoughts of Spring to seep through the portal of my mind’s eye.
As seasons come and seasons fly
and leaves once green, turn gold,
We know while life is passing by,
Our story’s being told.
This sonnet is a reflection of the happy days so long ago, when we surreptitiously (or so we thought) parked across the street from our new home.
🌻🌻🌻 It was a sun-soaked, May afternoon, as we sped from Avignon to Paris, and were treated to seemingly, unending views of verdant pastures, whizzing by like freeze frames from the window of our TGV. I suspect, that to many of our fellow travelers, the expansive… Continue Reading “Pastorale (Weekly Photo Challenge: Adventure!)”
*** As I peruse my vacation photos from last year I pause at this one, the personification of this week’s Photo Friday theme: SUNLIGHT. Anticipation, mixed with a healthy dose of nostalgia, overwhelms me, as I know our first-floor, lagoon-view, room has been forever… Continue Reading ““Sunshine in my eyes can make me cry””
I was home on that fateful night in April, 1989. My teenage daughter had given up on trying to stay awake to watch the championship game, broadcast “Live” from Seattle; so armed with my Pirate gear, a huge bowl of popcorn and a bottle… Continue Reading “Only a Game”
🎳🎳🎳 That’s when she noticed him for the first time – the first time in a decade. As ten year-olds, they had known each other and ‘liked’ each other, when they co-starred in their 4th grade Christmas skit. Even then, she felt compelled to… Continue Reading “Raggedy Ann’s ‘Happily Ever After’”
It was the summer of 2012. A casual stroll through a quaint New England town had suddenly morphed into a glimpse of nearly forgotten youth. Expecting to find a cute cafe, but settling instead on a trendy pub, she was startled to find… Continue Reading “Memory Lane”
Father John, her favorite parish priest and regular confessor, was an obvious choice from whom to request a college recommendation. Church and school were the heart and soul of her world, augmenting perfectly the love and support she received, unquestioningly, from her family. Her… Continue Reading “Many Are Called”