grow up is a phrase
that so often gets tossed around
in truth a little we all must do
but too much weight is given
to not much of nothing i have found
so eat your cake for breakfast
then go ahead go run through the rain
for this chance to really live
won’t come round this way again
my darkest desire you awoke
staining my lips
with honeyed words
soothing my tongue
between every pause
…..the wildflower blooms
the romantic in me always weaves itself with nature. this time of year, especially this time of year when we are on the cusp of new buds poking their innocent heads out, transfixed, seduced even by the warmth of the sun, i am bewitched by all that is around me. a reminder of everlasting life, patience, and faith with a hopeful gaze upon the future. i can’t help but think this is why we poets flock to nature in its rawest forms. a succulent to lips when a mind is starved. this particular image was taken in my backyard hiding amongst the dandelions last spring. for more of my floral photography you can visit my gallery here.
This remarkable tree, the Emancipation Oak, holds a rich history, not just for its age, but for being an historical landmark. It rests on the grounds of Hampton University and is the site of the first southern reading of the Emancipation Proclamation. It also finds a home on National Geographic’s “Ten Most Remarkable Trees of the World” list.
embrace this me, that finds comfort
in the soft of your lean
jenny hayut
For more information about this tree and its place in history, read more here.
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my plainness dreams in color from the burrows of its gray
because
my dullness reaches for the sun but becomes distracted by the raven’s wing
because
my quiet screams in novels yet refrains its syllables for the knowing oak’s embrace
because
my eau de nil grows thicker despite the worldly weeds that stay
captured this image during a visit with my camera to a cemetery (like i often do when traveling to someplace new) i find much comfort when walking through the quiet of a cemetery. it brings upon me a melancholy of moods where i am reminded just how short life is for us all. how so many of us spend it declaring oneself plain, boring, unworthy, (i struggle with this still). it is much easier said than done to recognize we are all different, we all offer something unique within ourselves that no one else possesses. but recognize it we must.
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for it not for the incantation wielding me
to adjourn my eyes to the unlit of day
where the air smells different,
and the clouds, those unrestricted teardrops
fall willingly to my sides
the easiness that comes for some so easily would not stroke my anxiety
it is then, i for a time, become still
through a traveler’s eyes i reside
sailing upon the open sea
gazing up to the heavens, tracing constellations with Corvus as my guide
carving a path, filling pockets with celestial tokens
to barter with the seeds of the day
to forsake a Godspeed in me
Spirit of Life-Blackmill
i am ever thankful to have the ocean in my backyard as i often turn to her not so much to soak up the rays but to walk its shores, letting the salty freeness that clings to the air fill my lungs. it is then, like magic, a balance returns. i again am ready to take on the day and all its “seeds”
playing with grayscale this day at the beach paid off i think with this image and as a result carved these words from me.
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the chorus
of a forest
meek
and how it seeds
an essence
forgotten
captured this image with my Canon T7 during a summer hiking trip along the Blue Ridge Parkway of the Blue Ridge Mountains. the shades of green easily found me in my own private hideaway, upon a sleepy hollow of steadfast dreams. for more of my photography you can visit my gallery here.
-just breathe-
We are a hybrid destination when it comes to snow. Known for our beaches and our military towns, those crystal crusaders don’t often stop for battle here for us in the mid south, but when they do the show is quite divine. Because we are snow stupid, I was gifted the closure of work and given the opportunity of a “snow day” so out with my camera to my backyard I went for the magic show.
I’d hoped to capture the most perfect snowflake. Alas I discovered all to quickly how difficult it is to photograph white on white, especially with my macro. The sun played hide and seek with me most of the morning, thus making it even trickier but, just like any kid on a snow day, it was fun adventuring and admiring these little diamonds from the sky and all the intricate, delicate beauty they have to give.
Thank you for viewing and please if you love snow as I do and have captured backyard treasures, please share. For more of my photography you can visit my gallery here.
i slip between the grains of you
to countless steps forward, in darkness imposed this landing
i fight with worlds that seem to go and bend
beyond our thoughts left now standing
a distant quake of loves of lives tunnel their webs about us
the battle cries from paths we chose a braiding of winds superfluous
a wildness clings to bruised skies above there meandering words left unattended
to drain the thoughts of happenstance and stake that which is befriended
a common ground of an understanding, of loners to the waking
of eyes to paths deemed monstrous roads
yet wait for us the making
tis not a journey written nor meant to be daintily transcribed
we need not search or wait for it for we shall know for once we have arrived
it is here that i slip between the grains of you
where courage need not be a guide
simply in that knowing
a destiny awaits there within, above and below to the other side
Who We Are-Electus
just breathe
Equally as beautiful as new life peaking from the earth during the spring, I am truly captivated by the colors and the absolute imperfections of trees shedding their dreams during the fall. I say this as ever since I was a child I’ve always thought of the falling leaves this way. Never to color inside the lines, no rules to follow, to simply just be. I found the following images I captured in my backyard precisely that. 
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just breathe
whilst berries bathe in the snow
beneath the pines we reside
furling our sails to the shores of our distant chateau
crackling hearth arching its call to the chill of night’s crystalline show
buttons undone to a waiting solstice glow
hints of spice, a warming invitation from the blisters of the day
coat lips as they explore
the intoxication of a night, dancing through the grey
Nine Inch Nails-Together
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just breathe
