the scent of her call
to the moon
she is enthralled
buttons undone
Tag: #love
the narrows
let us linger
let us crawl
in the crush of the waves
betwixt bare channels
of aching oaks and mountain veins
my rain, my rain
where my sensuality and spirit meditate
in the narrows of you
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 streets as I felt I’d truly taken a step back in time.
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 the parks name. To me, this looked as if a group of fairies were passing through and left their magic behind.
The park, one of Virginia’s first, was opened in 1936, and received its name from the mysterious “fairy stones” found in the area.
The origin of the stones are that of a Christian and Pagan mythology, believed to be that of fairies tears upon hearing of the crucification of Christ. These staurolite crystals are only found in a few places around the world. Virginia, it seems, has the abundance of them while they can also be found in Georgia, New Mexico, Brazil and Switzerland.
Geologists describe their origin as a result of a shift and change in surrounding mountains over time. The dreamer and romantic in me prefers to believe the myths of the fairies and it seems I might have captured a little proof of them. What do you think?
a letter from eros
love is unconditionally true,
as newborn eyes looking back at you
love is quiet, on a rainy day
when holding hands seems to braid colors
into the gray
love is patient, when voice is lost
strength in understanding at every cost
love is a fighter when battles concede
finding equal footing, a tug of war freed
love is clarity when sight is gone
a caress in the dark, curtains drawn
love is loud when tears ignite
a warrior in battle prepared to fight
love is years of day to day
yet living in that first hello
when your lover looks your way
love is simple yet so completely complicated too
as intricate as pieces of a puzzle,
as delicate as the morning dew
love is ageless, knows not of any bounds
worth growing old with
worth walking in the rain to
worth bravely speaking aloud
if love happens to kneel upon your door
greet it gently, sip it slow
for it knows already the way to your core
it need not bound you
no desire to proclaim
you’ll know when it finds you
no matter brief, no matter the refrain
for love is unconditionally true
beyond any scars, eyes that’ll find yours
to see that true you
Listen to me read A Letter from Eros
wild: a haiku
in the wild of me
special thoughts rain blissfully
forest grows louder
I captured this image while in one of the bayou’s outside of New Orleans in Louisiana. I love the look (and feel) of Spanish moss and how it seemingly rains throughout the branches of trees. A moment after I captured this image, I found myself beneath this tree, letting the moss trail across my face and couldn’t help but feel as if I was being greeted by its soul. if only we but listen….
lean: a haiku
lazy eyes find rise
forests of dandelions
in a lean to you
queen of the shades
minnows wading beneath
the dance of the trees
lending a choir to the air as earthen creatures stir
but to catch a glimpse of she
their maiden of the shade, their spring breathing persephone
a narcissus sips from a nymph filled river bed
unable to resist the breath of its perfume,
she bows as its smile upon her spread
one selfish delight, she thought, to adorn her hair
reaching for its heavenly invitation, clutching its core,
but the earth it trembled, a prelude to a darkening lair
a stallion then arose, with rider crowned in shade
his moon-fed eyes reaching for her own
spilling of promise to immortal blooms
of a forest braided, never to fade
longing for the wonder, unafraid of what the gods would cast down
she took his hand, this god of the underworld
and became his queen, in shaded crown
in their descent, winter took hold
til this maiden, now queen of the shades returned in season anew
giving her breath to the forest turning it back to its gold
Emancipator/Natural Cause
-just breathe-
Listen to me read Queen of the Shades
lilacs and wine
fear my foe,
in every opportunity
to wane the wine of me
to pluck the lilacs i breathe
to drink this every possibility
that soaks my flesh
in feathery
fear my foe,
that tries
that lies
to ground this me
to clip my wings
this me that need not close her eyes
to hear the river sing
this me that finds her light
in darkest of night
for it is there (i know for i’ve heard it so)
where the silence
befriends the black bird
in solitary flight
fear my foe,
that mutes my reflection
that starves my every thought
casts out its anchor
in my tides of low
for fear my foe
my hard core lover
is not quite ready to let me go
Nina Simone - Lilac Wine
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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