Perspectives through Prose, Poetry and Photography
She, tempted by the lure of the unknown, And yet she feared the secrets held within, She should have turned away, she should have flown. Aroma cedars bunched, full overgrown, Soft and nestling teased her to come in, She, tempted by the lure of… Continue Reading “The Maze”
In striving for fulfillment, seeking light, She almost overlooked the golden blonde, For brilliance oft confuses, blurring sight. Throughout her teenage years the buds so slight, Wee blossoms rose from lush and limpid ponds, She sought fulfillment, ever seeking light. Against the glistening of the… Continue Reading “Buttercups”
While visiting the beautiful city of Indianapolis last week for a basketball game between our beloved Seton Hall Pirates and Butler, we made an unexpected stop at the “9/11 Memorial”, that had been erected in the middle of the city. Suddenly and unexpectedly, the events… Continue Reading “American Eagle”
Reflections glimmer, Shimmering on thawing stream, Winter fades to spring. Photo Friday: #reflection
Each year as Christmas time swoops swiftly in, With hectic shopping sprees at malls and such, Unlike my friends, I spare myself chagrin, And opt instead to add a personal touch. I raid my stash (I never have too much), To find the perfect… Continue Reading “Made for Each Other”
Mid jokes and jibes of thriving in the dark, Beneath peat moss and soggy, brown terrain, I rise near unperceived, yet here I be, Surviving rapid spinners, I remain. I’m often thought a nuisance causing dire consequences, if ingested by mistake, But you should know… Continue Reading “Who Am I?”
Sunlight streaming in remained unseen, Because my eyes were blinded by the light, Then wakened senses opened to the gleam. Day after day, I wandered past the scene, Oblivious to simple gifts in sight, Sunlight streaming in remained unseen. In search of inner peace… Continue Reading “Reflections”
Balmy afternoon spawns thoughts of Spring, (though groundhog claims a few more wintry weeks) But during full-moon sleep, the world turned white, Erasing leaves of grass and leafy trees. My puppy licked his sno-cone from the sill, Carved prints betrayed my deer-hooved migrant guests,… Continue Reading “Split Decision”
A single flower beckons from the brambles, Serenely minuscule, near overlooked, But like a distant star against the night sky, She shines more brightly ‘gainst the brown-branched brook. Her simple, graceful petals, far from garish, Convey a purity, unmarred by man or passing wilde-beast… Continue Reading “Full of Grace”
The windmill at Peddlar’s Village stands tall and silent, against the dramatic, wispy-clouded sky of Bucks County.
Cape May, NJ has an ambience all its own, with neatly trimmed Victorian homes, charming B&B’s, great restaurants and tree-lined streets that lead to a seemingly endless beach. And the icing on the cake is it’s location at the southernmost tip of the state,… Continue Reading “The Breakfast Nook”
Upon this clear and glassy, deep, blue water, Gliding effortless, across the spanse, Spied by only towering mountain spires, Gazing down upon my silent dance. No piercing sound, no ticking time, no meter, Save the sturdy oar-sluice thru the deep, Keeping steady, though unhurried,… Continue Reading “Listening to Silence”