poetry

advice

advice

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

honeyed

honeyed

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.

Emancipation Oak

Emancipation Oak

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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because

because

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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barter

barter

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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chorus

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-

january doses: photography

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.

opposition

opposition

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

metamorphosis: photography

metamorphosis: photography

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

pines

pines

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