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-

 

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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

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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.

Thanks for reading and if you’d like to see more of my bird photography and other images you can visit my Instagram page here

 

-just breathe-

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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

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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