Category: Poems

sail

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that random walk

finding a conch shell

and resting it to my ear

sanguine waves sing,

even there

a language of you

tiny mementos

concealed for me again

to be your audience,

and you,

my sail…..

Liran Danino-Adayin Rek (עדיין ריק)

I am fortunate to live along the eastern coast so mornings waking up to views like this are not too difficult to acquire. The sea shall always call to me. Shall always be my vice, my grounding, my best friend, my lover, my healer, my guide and in this instance, my muse, as often she is. I hope you find the same serenity in this image as well as I do as well as the song I’ve paired it with.

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dawn

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the dawn,

as wild as her carnival heart

prisms of red and pink

scorch the silent sea

as restless beats answer

to another day….

Arsonist’s Lullaby-Hozier

I captured this image during a morning hike in the Great Dismal Swamp, which by name alone, lends thoughts of dreariness and darkness and maybe even death. This view, as I came upon it, I liken “fairy steps” as they’ve left a little of their magic behind there can’t you see it? Transforming this thought dreary land into an enchanted garden full of life. A beautiful start to my day this was and I’m honored to be able to share it with you.

For more of my images taken at The Great Dismal Swamp and other photography please visit my Instagram page here

lotus

~ jennyhayut

 

in daily baths of melancholy

with no grand speed ascending

from caverns carved by nature’s creed

til waters part, unbending

 

as moon gods sprinkle unlikely dreams

to thought shallow graves below

where sun’s finest pupils hath not been

nor shall ever truly know

 

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

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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everlong

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a sea of pink jewels parade my hair

wind whistling

dancing, entrancing

to the symphony of jasmine notes

floating, drifting in the air

 

capturing lyrics to a heart song

quiet chords brushing my lips

revealing, no longer concealing

as breath remembers

the bridge to its ever long

 

 

The Queen of All Everything-Ott

 

this image i captured on a summer trip to Texas. whenever i travel it’s always cemeteries and parks that i gravitate to. this image i came across at Brackenridge Park in San Antonio. its the remnants of spring left behind on an aged bridge with its peeling paint and wrought iron that lended its beauty to my eye. as always the words came. the following song selection i feel offers that same serene flow of finding one’s everlong. Enjoy and thanks for reading.

you can find more images of this bridge and Brackenridge Park as well as other images I captured from San Antonio here

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

hollow

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wildflowers in frenzy

bloom

in her forest

of mossy groves

as winds howl

and honey kisses flow

into she,

perched there

quietly

within her hollow

 

We Are All Astronauts-Ether

 

as a child i was always drawn to tree hollows. as an adult not much has changed. when i stumble upon one on a hike, naturally i climb in. such was the case with this image i captured on a trail just as the sun spread its wings.

come

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inspired by:

Come/Lior Shoov

 

come

come back with me

let those shy eyes fall

as lips remember the taste

of that place

that glass city by the sea

where birds lent their wings

to kaleidoscope beams

oh how you’d chase

as you soared

high upon those rusty swings

 

come

come back with me

let us remember my love

what it meant to run wild

how it felt to be free

beyond a heavy heart

back to never ending dreams

where words glittered

as golden as your hair

painting tall tales upon the air

 

come

come back with me

where tears never knew the way

and the trees

those delicious story tellers

oh the worlds they’d use to splay

 

come

come back with me

to that glass city by the sea

where waves kissed you true

and getting lost in the rain

was where you remembered

all the parts of you