Perspectives through Prose, Poetry and Photography
Echoes, shadow-whispers in the gray, Before the day when night is nearly gone, Lend prism-like perspective on my days. Web-like, o’er the wispy willows play, A spectral, thin array before the sun, Echoes, shadow-whispers in the gray. They flood my senses, jagged, on… Continue Reading “Pre-Dawn Reflections”
“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”
🌻🌻🌻 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 golden sun dips low into the sea, I pause: My ‘Brother’ memories. ***** Postaday:
“Dialogue is an engaging conversational exchange. When it comes to photography, dialogue can be perceived as a consensual interaction between two images. Placed next to each other, each photograph opens up to meanings that weren’t there when viewed alone. Each composition reveals the photographer’s… Continue Reading “Starburst dialogue (weekly Photo Challenge)”
***** New dawn sunbeams shine, Peaking through ‘tween parting palms, Last days of summer. ***** Postaday:
Side by side for life, Decades of “Goodnight!, Sweet dreams!” “Bonne Anniversaire!”
The shore recedes from view, seems all is calm, But rumbling rifts unseen, love can’t sustain, He stands alone ‘neath leaning, whispering palms, Muted, baffled, passions yet untamed. No stutter in his step, yet fears unnamed, Cannot suppress the longing in his soul, He… Continue Reading “Absence”
Everything hurt! Yet there, beneath the sand, A calming sense of clammy warmth filled me, My brother piled it on, with scoop-filled hands, And devilish and unrelenting glee. Though buried deep, I knew how effortlessly, With burst of will and strength I could arise,… Continue Reading “Sibling Musings”
Even my precious Poly can’t escape the turn of the concert mixer…Alas!