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aionion

the scent that bemoans me of a dying rose

not of death inferring, but of life preserving

through its folds it clutches senses

charting courses through darkened, rusted fences

or atop mountains shedding waterfalls as a love commences

unyielding layers, partaking of endless shades anew

unfurling through time, a slow peruse

all in a smell, as my imagination ensues

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inspired by the roses my daughter received for her graduation, i captured these images and as the scents enraptured my senses, the thoughts came. how beautiful a dying flower is to me. how even in its seemingly decay, behind the scenes, beneath the folds, life still breathes.

thank you for reading and for more of my flora photography you can view my gallery here.

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odyssey

the quiet lean of a lover’s need

reveals itself in steps unseen

for love is sure, a patience that rests between

the twilight flecks of painted citrine

to scarlet lights standing guard, flooding shade so as to offer the way

beyond night’s odyssey, where it awakens, setting sail to a new day….

Daniela SpectorLife Long Odyssey

Captured these images near and at the site of Old Point Comfort Lighthouse that stands guard along the Chesapeake Bay. As the second oldest lighthouse in the bay and still operational, it’s characteristic red light appeals to the romantic in me. Can you not imagine two lovers being separated by the sea and he, through raging waters awakens to the light of her heart warming his sea-chilled skin, calling out to him, leading him to safer waters, to shore, to her waiting love.

I hope you enjoyed the journey and a special thanks to Laura lauradenise.home.blog for inspiring me to combine my love of poetry and photography in this piece. Her “walks” are healing wonders!

Thank you for reading and for more of my photography you can visit my gallery here.

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oz

collecting always collecting

those pocket-watch of moments

where we cried

where we grew

taking steps forward

holding hands in those backwards ones too

painting dead end rainbows

into yellow brick roads

where lions and red ruby slippers

fought off the relentless hungry toads

chasing storms even as the winds blew

watching as those colors bled

its there I saw this you

in truth a beauty to behold

in this a quest

of renewable hues

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this musical selection I’ve paired with my words here I’m proud to announce is my nephew’s band whom also are the inspiration behind the band in my first romance novel, Shifting Gears. The image I captured along a country road just after the rain as I was chasing trees. For more of my photography you can find my gallery here

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morning walks: photography

morning walks that find my pause

where glimmers of you drink in the shade

tucked in shadows i become

with no want to return

for in the iridescence of you i am one

I have long since adored dragonflies. As of late they have made their presence known, and I took pause and listened, enjoying the splendor and freedom of their flight.

Did you know in just about every culture they symbolize change, adaptability and self-realization? Sadly, they live most of their time as a nymph, only flying for a short fraction of their life. It is in this I find the reminder of how truly short life is. How we must embrace every precious moment gifted to us.

Living in the moment is imperative for we know not what tomorrow will bring us. Trusting in oneself, and the choices we make, in granting ourselves to see beyond any self- induced illusions we sabotage our growth with.

Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed the walk. For more of my photography you can visit my gallery here

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hearth

as rains grew greater,

the night, freckled moonstones of desire

became drunk upon the crackling blush laid bare upon its hearth

sun-kissed cheeks answered to the fervent flames

whilst shadows disowned patience to dance the stories of their day

-image taken by me of Queen Anne’s lace that continues to adorn trails and roadsides here. for more of my flora photography you can visit my gallery here

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awakening

the sun drops beneath the day

as twilight emerges from your touch

a quiet awakening of dreams

our moon holds

-just breathe-

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wildly so-photography

my heart it bleeds, wildly so

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I captured these images during this season i like to call the awakening, I take every opportunity to find new trails and beloved known ones to find my own sense of renewal. Nature shall always mimic life as with every new journey, a new bloom unfurls.

Thank you for viewing and if you’d like to view more of my flora images, you can visit my gallery here

 

 

-just breathe-

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level: a haiku

every level shed

she pockets a little sun

to feed the flowers

 

-just breathe-

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hereafter

 

i know not the lengths of this journey as time now ticks ghostly so,

unbeknownst to me,

it coils it’s precious and vile tocks within the ruptures of my brokenness

my tumultuous cries rise

as i dance in this mirage of a storm

watch me glare into nothing

as the ticks and the tocks busy themselves narrating my life before me

in this my nirvana i tread

to bleed, to smile, to weep, to laugh, to burn

coming out of the fog

to find my breath again

 

I know this may seem like a dark piece, however, when I wrote this it was from the inspiration that fell upon me at the site of this breathtaking piece of funerary art that rests upon the grounds of Rock Creek Cemetery in Washington DC (just across the street from the nationally known Arlington Cemetery).

Upon returning home and reading the story of its creation, I knew I had to write about her. I’m including a link to its creation below. The piece of artwork itself is titled The Mystery of the Hereafter, although over the years it has been given the name of “grief” by those admiring its craftsmanship and perceived meaning.

Upon reading its history, I did find myself on the journey that one takes through grief, to that hereafter. It is different for us all, yet it is all very much the same (which lends to the male/female fusion the artist depicts with this piece) It hasn’t a map, it hasn’t a clock, nor does it have a definitive destination. We struggle, we grieve, all of us. Yet we survive. Often, we come out on the other side with a knowing, a new sense of strength, of purpose, of courage. Grief, that delicate five letter word, has the power of change, of acceptance, of growth.

Without ruining the story behind its creation for you, the romantic in me very much came alive as well. A breathtaking moment and an honor to be able to tip-toe into the life of two souls now since departed.

Thank you for taking a moment to read this piece. If you find a fondness for funerary art as I do, you can find more of my images in my gallery here.

 

images of “Grief” taken from Rock Creek Cemetery in Washington DC. Sculpture created by Augustus Saint-Gaudens and listed on National Register of Historic Places. To read more about its elusive history read on…

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Adams_Memorial_(Saint-Gaudens)

*featured image taken on a foggy morning walking the grounds of Belle Grove Plantation, birthplace of President James Madison.

-just breathe-

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carefree

daylight

slowly

sips

the

shadows

and

sparks

her

carefree

blooms

this little precious captured my eye on a recent hike and I loved the way it refused to conform to “proper growing standards”. I liken it to being in love with both the sun and the moon in its sideways stature. For more of my flora photography you can visit my gallery here.

 

-just breathe-