fuse

at horizon’s last dance i clench the sun with unfettered wings in waning stance no great rush to touch the void too much ado adjoining burns with such a choice subject to learn each yearn shall find its voice in turn in ethereal parade cluttering the sky the dreams and fears of pilgrimages forlorn collideContinue reading “fuse”

blue wind

weave me between the weeds of your sea lapping slowly in the shallows of clover skinned pleas let us babble in the salty brine getting lost in the dawn find our freedom amid the salamanders get drunk on the blue wind and find our way home

union

take my hand follow the narcissus plea to run wild in unkept forests to stilled breath in gardens beneath the trees take my hand in the union of water and earth where lyrics that burn within speak to giants, and wander into your dreams

Wild Geese: A Poem by Mary Oliver

You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes on.Continue reading “Wild Geese: A Poem by Mary Oliver”

colors

deep in my earth your words survive there beneath the ageless, the night, the moon’s silken eyes deep in my earth your words quietly stroke a palace of blues, of grays, of an artist reborn as a lover awoke

skip: a haiku

read me a story only skip to the last page where it all began Doors are a subject I love taking pictures of not only in appreciation of their architecture, but for the dreamer in me that can’t help but imagine up worlds lingering behind every one I stumble upon. What is beyond that halfContinue reading “skip: a haiku”

honeydew

last bites of summer in a honeydew bed as drips of venus and autumn leaves wed It is the power of our senses that offer such inspiration to the creative within us and my taste buds often rise to treat me with such. Honeydew, to me, tastes and feels like summer. I’m easily transported onContinue reading “honeydew”

letters

take me to those once upon a times where wisteria strolls and hand written love was the way I captured this image while driving through the small town of Rocky Mount, Virginia. This quaint little town instantly drew me in with its simplistic fare and images like this truly commemorate the nostalgia of its streetsContinue reading “letters”

mist

as the mist of midnight’s steps cradles the morning caress, i awaken too, with a lust for you I captured this image in the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains in Fairy Stone State Park. I giggled at first sight of the morning’s mist in its stream along the lake at the irony of theContinue reading “mist”

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