Opal Reflections
Perspectives through Prose, Poetry and Photography
Category: Introspection
Anticipation
She bathes and sets her hair, and hums Faure Her nails fresh polished, trimmed and prepped, “Dona Nobis”, counting in her head, “Keep it light and airy”, Maestro said, Her music rearranged in concert form, Her stockings laid out neatly, ‘side the dress Her… Continue Reading “Anticipation”
Home (Revisited)
The whine of tyke bikes, go carts whirring by, The block where long our house is standing tall, The lawn of seven shades of bluegrass rye, While I, from front-porch rocker, watch it all. We pedal ’round the town, inhaling Fall The nippy, clear,… Continue Reading “Home (Revisited)”
The Morning After
I woke up this morning and the first thought that crossed my mind was “It’s over”! The many weeks spent in preparation, rehearsal and anticipation, mixed with a healthy pinch of performance anxiety, had come to a satisfying conclusion. Yesterday’s Choral Art Society concert… Continue Reading “The Morning After”
In the beginning…
Of course, I wasn’t there, how could I know Or, really, how could anyone opine on how this world began, Big Bang, or no, But if imagined, is this what I’d find? From out of darkness, nothingness defined For something had to be before… Continue Reading “In the beginning…”
From Both Sides Now
She sang: “I look at clouds from both sides now” I’ve pondered often on these puzzling words, Yet ringing true today, with furrowed brow, I wonder how to heal my crippled bird. She’s lived each day by loving, not by sword, Yet life has… Continue Reading “From Both Sides Now”
Time After Time
I came upon this weathered, wooden table in the middle of the forest where I often walk my dog. As I paused to snap this photo, I wondered how many hikers, lovers, children, campers, joggers and dog-walkers have left their mark on this once-clean… Continue Reading “Time After Time”
Mirrored Tranquility
I find myself beside this mirrored lake, These amber afternoons on deep-wood treks, Or when the trees have lost their leafy drape, And oft when fawn bound freely cross my steps. But always stop where water laps on shore, Around the bend toward the… Continue Reading “Mirrored Tranquility”
Of Bunnies Bats and Basketballs
Bunnies, bats, abandoned basketballs Across the yyard, as summer’s taken toll, The once-lush green scape fading into fall, And school boys back in session, cease their roil. Their shrieking, wild abandon still rings clear With choosing sides for stickball (to applause) And bouncing balls on… Continue Reading “Of Bunnies Bats and Basketballs”
Still Waters
Far deep beneath the clear, blue surface-gleam, I’ve only just begun to delve below the calm and glassy mirror of this stream, Perhaps I fear what vision quest may show. So often thought to be a sign of growth, Of wisdom, neath a superficial… Continue Reading “Still Waters”
Sixth Sense
Poetic musings, prompted by an unusual photo and a thought provoking quote: “A man’s dreams are a maze even he cannot know.”
Robert Jordan
Lighthouse in the Mist, Cape May, NJ
Bandit
Festive View from the Pub, Peddler’s Village – Lahaska, PA.
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