Opal Reflections
Perspectives through Prose, Poetry and Photography
Category: Well-struck Notes
This category is intended to highlight posts that have struck a sonorous note for me or my readers, or which, either through the living of them or the retelling of them, occupy a particularly special place in my heart.
Teardrops
Trodden, verdant shafts beneath her soles Bled cool and damp and flattened here once more, Ritual oft-repeated, silenced but unfold- ing her dismay, despair and wounded core. It reached within, like sword in days of yore, To twist and grind the sorrow hidden well,… Continue Reading “Teardrops”
2014 blog year in review
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2014 annual report for this blog. Here’s an excerpt: A New York City subway train holds 1,200 people. This blog was viewed about 5,400 times in 2014. If it were a NYC subway train, it would take… Continue Reading “2014 blog year in review”
Warmth
Warmth can be a cozy, comfy chair, Upon which thrown, a hand-knit afghan quilt, Awaiting little boys who tumble in, and there fake-wrestle for first dibs; no signs of guilt. A grandson hiding in the fort he built with tablecloths and sheets from grandma’s… Continue Reading “Warmth”
Curtain Call
We stand alert and waiting, muscles tight, Our eyes burn, focused on the stand like rays of sunlight, magnified and bright As Maestro takes the stage, baton in hand. A thousand hours since I first began rehearsing brilliant music, t’was my choice, A single… Continue Reading “Curtain Call”
On Brightwood Pond (Photo Friday: Autumn Colors)
***** Robin-egg blue, Mirror still lake reflections, Fallen gold afloat. > ***** Postaday:
Between the Lines
***** She tried to reach them but they turned away, She sought to heal the scars of childish chills, She strained to listen, words they’ll never say to her, and yet she stands there waiting – still. She delved too deeply, saw beyond… Continue Reading “Between the Lines”
Home
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”
Template for Humanity (Weekly Photo Challenge)
This photograph, captured by my daughter, conjures up images of ten-year-olds, racing their bikes around the neighborhood, stopping only to shoot a few hoops in the driveway. What more poignant evidence of Humanity, than the imprint of a hastily tossed-aside bike, left outside one rainy… Continue Reading “Template for Humanity (Weekly Photo Challenge)”
Pre-Dawn Reflections
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”
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”
Lighthouse in the Mist, Cape May, NJ
Bandit
Festive View from the Pub, Peddler’s Village – Lahaska, PA.
Home Sweet Home
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