Poet. Writer. Photographer.
Flowers wish not for the raindrops to detach; petals cling to brief love affairs in the fleeting overcast. Time and gravity and even sun seem against them, pull apart the bonds. But sometimes a flower simply loves the rain, the way so naturally both simultaneously bloom and glisten when so tenderly embraced.
My heart was fragile, tissue-paper thin. Only you could continuously drip the nourishment I needed in a way in which I could absorb it all without tearing or having my petals fall, and you saw past the false decoy colors I donned, knew beneath, my heart's truest hue was pure, a dove, … Continue reading Drops of You
In the delicate petals so thin, against sunset's muted pastels, in the colorless hue of white, translucency subtle, I am reminded of your love, for your love is the whisper in my ear, the whisper of your touch, the whisper of a blessing from up above. It is gentle. It is intimate. … Continue reading White Bloom
The weather inevitably has blown some of my hanging-flower petals about. There is a bloom that seems to have become one with my patio table. This is what I saw in it... Sometimes, we become filled with negativity planted and watered by others despite our desire to be pure and free, voices that … Continue reading What Remains
Stardust falls softly upon her long, dark hair as he twirls her beneath white-flower stars, drawing her in before the song is over, his eyes holding hers in a forever moment before the first brush of lips softly delivers the message he so longed to convey in failed attempts with words. Her eyes, her … Continue reading Flower Stars
Self-forgiveness is the pure and delicate bloom that once again opens after the storm, after the battering of the downpour and the damage from the winds, after near-drowning from the relentless rain, the flower, head bowed in disgrace and pain, summons up the strength to peek its petal open, wondering if the sun has gone … Continue reading Rising Bloom
Imperfect, marred flower, should I pass you by, look for another more worthy of this camera's eye? Technically, you are not even whole, a story you withhold would fill in the gap, but literally, physically, that part will never grow back. I wonder if this missing piece was selflessly given or tragically taken, a sudden … Continue reading Imperfect
Roses, red, are so cliché; violets being blue is just a lie. Find me a flower as unique as can be, and don't rush me as I closely admire it. Oooh, I've never seen this kind before... never been very fond of violet, but you are definitely an exception. You've done more than catch … Continue reading Purple Passion
Closed is safe, hiding, hibernating, cozy and cocooned, protecting the most vulnerable parts of you. To open up would be foolish. And where would you even get that kind of courage? Yet... Out there, you may find the chance is worth taking. Yes, there will be rough elements along the way, for change in weather is inevitable, but … Continue reading Opening Up
