Opal Reflections
Perspectives through Prose, Poetry and Photography
Tag: The Sunday Whirl
Beyond the Steam
Preparing for the concert, mind is filled, My spirit chimes with measures, harmonies, An un-trite, polyphonic mesh, but still My aim: maybe to learn these melodies. To ease my pre-show nerves and soothe my knees, Bubbles, soft and warm, pile high and light, In… Continue Reading “Beyond the Steam”
Secret Sanctum
Was barely eight when first I found, This hidden hollow for my sticks and stones, and hunted sea glass; from the world around, I never tired, in this blissful zone. One day, flamboyant, signaling sound disclosed, Irritated first, I watched, transformed anew, The sunny,… Continue Reading “Secret Sanctum”
Floating Dock
Craving these misty mornings, Escaping to night-shattering dawn, Rocking to the gentle undulations, Sloshing soft on un-named lake lagoon, Beating a metronomic pulse: Soul-stirring. Treading barefoot on grainy planks, Leaving sleepy-land behind, Feeling safely tethered, yet free, Floating, yet (the rub) still captive, Vanishing,… Continue Reading “Floating Dock”
Walking The Dog
🌾🌾🌾 With leashy strap and pocketful of treats, We swing across the threshold, sun shines in, We’ve powered down for months in woolen pleats, But spring is here (they say), let us begin. We tough the barrier path, as cartwheels spin And soon we’re… Continue Reading “Walking The Dog”
Lucid Moments
Soaring upward, morning flight illusions, Aircraft rising higher with the sun, As if to Synchronize combined ascents, The booming blast aloft has now begun. Embracing eagle-nest perspective, As earbuds softly smother shrieks and sighs, Shard-like sounds, soliloquy intrusions, Pushing ambient antics all aside. Seizing… Continue Reading “Lucid Moments”
Winter’s Reach
As temperatures dip, I reluctantly embrace the seasonal cycle of gathering and sorting my summer apparel, to stow away for the winter. Yellow walking shorts are replaced with warm, fleece leggings, cotton tank tops make way for hand-knit pullovers, and sexy sandals are supplanted… Continue Reading “Winter’s Reach”
Sanity Quest
She knew it was pointless to use whiskey to wash away the pain of the razor-sharp words, spewing from his mouth; but she was totally alone, attempting to unlock and isolate the truth. Struggling and gasping, she clung desperately to each breath, as if… Continue Reading “Sanity Quest”
Warbling Underdog
Today, for the first time, I am entering The Sunday Whirl, a challenge that puts forth a Group of unconnected words, and ask that the writer pull them together into a cohesive piece. For years, I’m witness to a sacred scene: I watch her… Continue Reading “Warbling Underdog”
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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