train rides

train rides

hitchhiking to these, my forgotten spaces

thumbs up to the clouds waiting for the train to catch that wind

the bell tolls silently so to those who listen

to those with no fear of letting go

i cradle my bag, my makeshift courage kit

to wander now needlessly to where the leaves blow, where they seem i shall fit

always the backseat traveler i still shan’t take the helm

for it not my eyes that lead, but my heart that swells

i follow where it takes me, perhaps to dead end roads

pulling out my kit with compass to direct me as best it knows

ye of little faith, the reclusive voice no more

for those journeys once forgotten i now ready the score

days absent of sunlight, of curtains drawn

now places me on this train, piercing through dusty windows all those what ifs now gone

IrisU2

I photographed this image along the Blue Ridge Parkway, Milepost 34. I categorized it within my abandoned photography as what you see here is the remnants of an old logging railroad. Although it is abandoned it is not forgotten and is visited quite frequently among hikers and travelers alike and offers a serene, picturesque moment to step back in time. Thank you for reading. For more of my nature and abandoned photography please visit my gallery here.

 

Listen to me read Train Rides 

 

lotus

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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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.