Opal Reflections
Perspectives through Prose, Poetry and Photography
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The Winding Path
“When did you know you were lost?” he asked (so wise), Since he’d been there and back, a long time yore he’d gone too far astray, his sad demise lay fossil-like: a starfish washed ashore. His journey was circuitous, yet sure of his intent, he… Continue Reading “The Winding Path”
Clarity
The first time she was lost, an injured bird, She’d wondered where she’d erred, how this could be, Accepting blame, she bought in to ‘absurd’ With opened arms, the truth had set them free. He looked into the mirrorwall; saw “he”, She saw;… Continue Reading “Clarity”
An Engineer’s Journal: June, 2001 – Turning The Page
“Until the day I die, I’ll never forget those glassy, unblinking eyes.” they haunt me still, Years were cut abruptly, I regret, His callous satisfaction, feigned conceal. To some he was a buddy, someone real But I, a distaff staffer, stood outside, I chuckled… Continue Reading “An Engineer’s Journal: June, 2001 – Turning The Page”
Interstitial
*********** By considering this most improbable possibility, I venture into uncharted waters; terrified and titillated by the, heretofore, unacceptable reality. I suspend my disbelief, daring to acknowledge that since eleven twenty-two, I’ve been dangling helplessly in an interstitial, inescapable slice of trapped… Continue Reading “Interstitial”
Happy “Birth” Day
“Winter seemed reluctant to release its hold”, and yet his sister, Spring, crept near, A quickening within, imbued a calming peace, I teetered on the brink; embraced my fear. Months of wafting breezes through the sheers, Unfolding rainbows, blinking on the billows, Nestled soft… Continue Reading “Happy “Birth” Day”
Out-takes
As I lean back to peer into the grueling, I see (what others may have seen) too late: “Two young hares, rump to rump, like dueling pistols crouched by the gate,” we wait. We chose this path, this charted course our fate, Now a… Continue Reading “Out-takes”
Liberty Pole
Passion carved in wood, Rising rage, our nation’s birth, Masses’ voices heard. yeahwrite.me/moonshine/
Lighthouse in the Mist, Cape May, NJ
Bandit
Festive View from the Pub, Peddler’s Village – Lahaska, PA.
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