she wears the whispers
a playful tug among days
a dance of refuge
tug: a haiku
poetry
Daffodils by William Wordsworth: A Spoken Word Poem
William Wordsworth was an English romantic poet who helped launch the Romantic Age in English literature. His piece, Daffodils also known as I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud, is a piece I adore. Won’t you go on the journey with me a I read, The Daffodils.
lean: a haiku
lazy eyes find rise
forests of dandelions
in a lean to you
haunted
there is this haunting in me
chasing the grain of rhapsody
in midnight swells of ardor
beseeching to the stars to lay hold of my shadow
longing for a taste of your burn again
there is this haunting in me
waning with the young moon
beneath a wild vermouth,
spilt from uninspired lips
in crescent fall
longing to breathe you in again
there is this haunting in me
floating in the velvet dust of night
my spirit aloft far longer than odysseus
with wings a flutter, unrelenting
wistful for the fertile kiss of earth
longing to be whole in you again
there is this haunting in me
among days of translucent gravity
weighted to this diaphanous storm
thundering in a ghostly compass
yet a voice remains
echoing there
high above the ancients dressed in their robes of green
saturating the roof of a tin heart
just wanting to find my love again
Lullaby-Enzalla
just breathe
Listen to me read Haunted
cloak: a haiku
fog, in milky waves
confuse thine eyes with stillness
cloak the weary days
lotus
in daily baths of melancholy
with no grand speed ascending
from caverns carved by nature’s creed
through muddy morsels a fairy born
a blushing pixie to the moon
a darkened path, unlikely guide
slow steps from its cocoon
unfurling petals as moon gods sing
the song of its mythical fate
to reach beyond those shallow graves
to cloudscapes in patient wait
Listen to me read Lotus
Journey’s End -Blackmill
During a visit to a botanical garden in North Carolina, I captured this image upon realizing that I had never seen a lotus flower in its habitat. I was mesmerized by this pond brimming with them and found myself after thirty minutes or so feet planted in the same position, daydreaming. These delicate beauties are born with magic and it floats to the surface with them. The aura of tranquility they emit for those that take the time to truly see their beauty and the resilience of their survival, simply put, is breathtaking.
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Shall Earth No More Inspire Thee: Spoken Word, Emily Bronte
I fell in love with the worlds the Bronte sisters painted in my youth. Emily Bronte however easily became a favorite with her poetry and I have found myself decades later still turning to her words on those days when inspiration fails me or simply to connect again with what I found a kindred soul. Emily, best known for her first and only published novel, Wuthering Heights, was an unheard poetess until after her death. Her collection that includes works from both Charlotte and Anne is a collection I’ll forever hold close to my heart. I hope you enjoy my reading of Shall Earth No More Inspire Thee and if you’d like, subscribe to my channel to hear more readings from my favorite poets as well as my own words.
sanctum
beneath our tree
where my lungs come back to me
for it is there
among borrowed ears
the cadence of you,
of i
falls freely
beneath blooming arms, those towering magic wands
those leaves, an artistic blend of hues
lent by the color of our words
birthed from our woes, our joys
now drip dropping in tiny doses
a repertoire of moments
gifts caressed from our swollen lips
beneath this our found sanctum
a secret place, a perfect hiding spot
where treasured scribing
and whispers in the wind
hold a love affair in soft reverie
infused within the veins of its hollow
beyond distances they traveled
weathered testaments of time
reaching for the sun
how they glow
how it flows
upwards
outwards
reflecting within
beneath our tree
where my lungs come back to me
Listen to me read Sanctum
queen of the shades
minnows wading beneath
the dance of the trees
lending a choir to the air as earthen creatures stir
but to catch a glimpse of she
their maiden of the shade, their spring breathing persephone
a narcissus sips from a nymph filled river bed
unable to resist the breath of its perfume,
she bows as its smile upon her spread
one selfish delight, she thought, to adorn her hair
reaching for its heavenly invitation, clutching its core,
but the earth it trembled, a prelude to a darkening lair
a stallion then arose, with rider crowned in shade
his moon-fed eyes reaching for her own
spilling of promise to immortal blooms
of a forest braided, never to fade
longing for the wonder, unafraid of what the gods would cast down
she took his hand, this god of the underworld
and became his queen, in shaded crown
in their descent, winter took hold
til this maiden, now queen of the shades returned in season anew
giving her breath to the forest turning it back to its gold
Emancipator/Natural Cause
-just breathe-
Listen to me read Queen of the Shades
Alone: Edgar Allan Poe -a spoken word poem
After starting my YouTube channel where I have begun reciting my poetry, I found it disheartening to discover not many videos exist of women reciting a favorite, Edgar Allan Poe. So I thought I’d like to give it a try. I have read him since I was thirteen years old but never have I dared to read him publicly. Alone is a piece that I personally connected with upon the first time I read it and I hope you enjoy.
