and when the birds flutter
about my rib cage
they leave feathers tucked inside
that sing of poetry
-just breathe-
feathers
Month: March 2020
summit
to reach summit
stripping our souls
to an audience of stars
-just breathe-
crescendos
as if a violin in full bloom
you draw in repose
a lullaby with knowing hands
caressing my breath as it slows
slipping into your soul
trailing after notes enchanting me
i fall willingly into the depths
of your restless moonlit sea
inviting of my heart’s undress
through each mournful stroke of the bow
we find passage to atlantis
sailing to waiting crescendos
Take Me To Sea
image by Djajakarta
-just breathe-
mornings
upon this winter morn
bounces of light sneak in
a lone bird’s spirit awakens me
his song tickling my soul
granting me wings
soaring in a summer day we are
a smile chases my lips
as a giggle catches the air
and we, you and i
share the knowing breeze
in quiet harmony
to begin a new day
captured this image on the first day i took a new lens out and was having trouble getting used to it. As a result i got this, which I’ve actually grown to love. Less, to me, is always more. Even in his shadow I see resilience as this was a brisk winter morning with snow on the ground, yet there he sat, perched high on the branches of his tree beginning the day.
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-just breathe-
waves
waves they crash me to and fro
rushing rifts they trap me
in this hard core ebb and flow
sea urchins circling,
no deep sea lore
digging from the deep
leaving me gripping for fairest core
all the while…
sailboats in distance make love to the wind
as swells catch up to the horizon
with slow ascend
i ready for the course, hopeful
yet grim
unsure whether to dive
or simply jump in
i still my thoughts,
looking to the shore
as buoyancy stares back at me
sand castles hiding there
sweet little testaments
whispering from the moor
these waves they still me
crashing this to and fro
til sensibility whispers,
come
i’ll show you just where to go….
Afterglow-Phaeleh
Invictus-
William Ernest Henley
1849-1903
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
This piece has always spoke volumes to me and finds me when I need it. I just learned however that Henley was a paraplegic all his life which brings even more significance to his words here. Empowering are they, his words filled with that of resilience and overcoming in the face of adversity.
old soul
take me to
those once upon a times
where wisteria strolls
and hand written love
was the way
for i cannot last
in this now
drive through exchange
Natural Cause-Emancipator
image by Steven Kin
