deep into the hollow in the moss of free where the river parts and the roots swell beneath of me til the day is dawn and the night finds the blackbird’s call i shall be i shall simply be This piece was inspired by the lyrics of Maria Brink in her song Roots.Continue reading “these roots”
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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 myContinue reading “carefree”
curves: haiku
she’s not about themes she lives outside of the curves where the colors bleed -just breathe-
yesteryear
take me back to magnolias lounging on wrought iron porches to oil lit lanterns and cobblestone streets to handwritten love and dance cards filled with but one name Magnolias and wrought iron shall always take me to the cobblestone streets of Savannah in Georgia or the Garden District in New Orleans, two placesContinue reading “yesteryear”
forget-me-nots
forget-me-nots trail these steps following me to this place this place where your words forever set me free captured this image while photographing an abandoned building in the outskirts of a booming city. its home now among the weeds and beautiful wildflowers such as these. when i happened upon these precious cuties seeminglyContinue reading “forget-me-nots”
goddess
and she opened her arms upon a cosmic wave she released the beats of an undying heart the ancients answered, flooding the seas with souls life eternal from the chalice we sipped soaking upon her soil, where blooms fused with newborn breaths to the call of the wild we danced, we wed as the cedarsContinue reading “goddess”
wisteria:haiku
raindrops from the moon adorning the old oak tree violet dreams weeping I wait for this beauty to bloom each spring and as the years grow, she becomes more and more breathtaking. Wisteria, with its striking scents of honey and vanilla (at least those are the notes I pick up), symbolizes new life, love, sensualityContinue reading “wisteria:haiku”
blank slate: NaPoWriMo
the stages, the ages of her wild where blooms now carelessly blow across this blank slate, where her childhood began where it took root to grow where barefoot runners got tangled up in bee parades and crepe myrtle breezes stole the show giggling sprites in the night carrying dreams, in softest blushed glow where farmlandsContinue reading “blank slate: NaPoWriMo”
senses
the smell of old books….. ….thunderstorms reese cups….. ….barren trees holding hands….. and you -just breathe-
blush
there was a blossom
on the tree
a blushing spirit
awaiting to be free…