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harbour

drifting in this cosmic womb of rain

to you, this harbour beneath the shore

my mind resigning its weight, a bare jewel afloat,

to kelp fields, dense and fragments dark,

guiding in this underwater dance floor

traversing through your canopies wild

seasons unfold before my eyes

gardens spring blooms from a winter’s release

while the sequoias of the sea lend me their lean, serenely keen to the sun drenched skies

cerulean paves these streets of peace

as buckets of wings residing beneath the sails of tide

to antiquities void of a pirate’s lore

filling my lungs along this cathartic ride

straying further and further from the salty fits that marry my skin ashore

i fall deeper and deeper into this estuary

where a love evolves, where my heart explores

slipping into frocks left behind of mermaids best

the ballroom awaits as i untether my weathered steps

to which it replies, please, be my guest

swimming anext urchins as they needfully feed

watching otters safely sleep between the holdfast trees

i am but a visitor but a resident akin

to this underwater sanctuary that wishes me au revoir

after welcoming me with ease

This piece was inspired from watching the documentary, My Octopus Teacher featuring the kelp forests of South Africa. Filmmaker and photographer, Craig Foster begins a year long journey studying and ultimately befriending an octopus living within the kelp forest. It is beautiful and heartfelt as well as an educational piece that I would recommend giving a watch.

In writing this I imagined and truly listened to the testimony of Foster of just how magical skin diving and traversing through this underwater garden becomes to the soul. Daily stresses seem to become weightless, as trees, anchored and wise, become our guides.

The images shared within this piece are that of Foster captured during his journey within the forests in South Africa.

Kelp forests, these beautiful underwater oasis’s, are endangered, mostly so by threats from fisheries, marine pollution, invasive species and climate change. If you’d like to learn more about the ambassadors of the sea check out Sea Change Project. The group, of which Foster is a member of, is striving to educate and protect the ecosystem that is a sanctuary and home to many marine animals and wildlife.

Thank you for reading.

Harbour-Sohn

just breathe

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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

Transylvanian Lullaby-Erutan

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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losing a religion

you almost made it be

losing this religion that brides within me

scriptures perching throughout the trees

a braille for these blinded eyes to struggle and see

waiting like tombs simply to be freed

fingers weeping, longing within this recluse of me

paled to the dreams fighting against the every day

baptized in a fire, soaked in the flames

confessing to centuries of monotony

                                                        ….you almost made it be

 

-just breathe-

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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mirror

lace puddles

weave between the weeds of the sea

lapping slowly

gingerly

resting upon the shallows in she

barefoot in silt paths she roams

collecting pieces

from the liquid mirror shored

——for the sea remembers

captured these images from a day on the beach and was enraptured at how I was able to capture the cerulean in the waves. i’m thankful that in living on the coast, the ocean is in my backyard. like for most, the music of the waves is medicinal, replenishing ones soul. For more of my photography you can visit my gallery here.

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fly

this air we breathe

it carries me

beyond the clutter

of unspoken dreams

to this forest overgrowing in me

lending thread from thatch and moss

sewing wings

from leaves of most archaic of trees

-just breathe-

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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-