Nestled

Redux

There you are, hidden in the magic. 

The mystery of personhood waiting to evolve. 

Wishing to be found, but stuck deep within. 

Fear shutters the essence of being so much of the time. 

It takes courage to push off the debilitating, oppressive hand of inadequacy. 

Defeat gives us rage to rise up and out. 

Or not. 

Show our true selves or remain comfortably nestled within?

Originally published July 18, 2018 on I Write Her.

Peace

Redux

My surroundings easily force me to breathe in the tranquility.

I’m seduced to engage with a nature free from annoyance.

My being is in harmony with the world.

Shhhhh listen to the quiet, you can hear it.

It’s like being gently enveloped by the serene.

All the memories of conflicts dissipate.

Bliss and colors are magnified to a brilliant degree.

All my senses breathe it in deep into the interior of my soul.

And then, I exhale contentment.

Originally published 7/17/2018 on I Write Her.

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Inspired by Reena’s Exploration Challenge #208 – A Stolen Identity & Eugenia’s Weekly Prompt – Shadows

lurking below in the shadows
under the peel of my body
realness
is sequestered

in a culture favoring the shallow
a non-wave making personality
us
being perfectly fitting puzzle pieces
molded into a society of sameness

sometimes i am ashamed to possess a stolen identity


Splendor

The spacious and open landscape beckons me from my roomblue skies and meandering roads await my presence. I say grace in my heathen way, and off I go. 

Whether in seeking out waves and salty air or the wind on the plains, or something else, it’s simple to understand why I yearn my freedom in these moments.

I get drunk and drowsy with it, yet also very clear about the privilege I seek. I’m forever grateful to Mother Nature for what I am granted.

And I am sincerely humbled by the grandeur she shares with me. She’s my healer.

Reblog – White Tulip by Murray Robertson

The beauty in this piece attracted me immediately. I hope you all enjoy it as well. 🙂

Murray Robertson (photography & poems)

White Tulip

   she sits
majestic
      in her
   loveliness

pure sunshine 
   on her face, 
pure beauty

   while broken
by fierce winds, 
   our mainsails
in such tatters,

we might miss
something so
   amazing 
it can change
      our game.
  show me
something vivid
   immutably
   beautiful, 

   her face 
      in the 
morning sun

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A Photographer’s Dilemma

oh, what an embarrassing moment
left my camera at home again
this incredibly perfect sight
such beauty captured with my eyes
won’t be done justice in my head
or in my memories

Image credit – Lolame @ Pixabay
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