Project: #Photoetry
A collection of poems inspired by a collection of collaborations with a few photographers of various skill and style.

{CHEAP THRILLS}
Let your heart wander
May it tread for the hills
Beyond the trees
Seek new adventures
in the form of cheap thrills
Basking in the gifts of nature
Where souls fly free
And living waters are poured
to the point of overfill

{THE HORIZON}
Keep your eyes on the horizon
And witness the morning sun
Things can’t feel serene
walking with your head hung
Trust each step your feet meet
Should you fall, don’t feel beat
Instead Momma said
To hold up your head
Focus on the horizon
Pick yourself up without dread
Brush the dirt off your cheeks
Remember, what you have sown
Is yet to be reaped
make your way through the forest
of dark memories
Follow your path
And trust God has your back
You won’t believe what you’ll see
Or how outstanding
you are destined to be

{DANGEROUS WOMAN}
She was a dangerous woman
The kind you thought you’d never meet
Wrong in all the right ways
To make your heart skip a beat
Yet as dainty as a flower
Destine to be sultry
Growing roots of such beauty
Amongst a decedent dust of mourning

{A MIGHTY SEED}
In a mere moment of solitude
Spent within nature
Sipping tea amongst the trees
I sit back and ponder
how the weight of my anxieties
have been lifted
Whisked off into the distance
Drifting into thin air
As if the forest is God’s natural opiate to despair
And how unlikely it must be
to seek self-discovery
sitting at the base of the trunk of an old existing tree
Thoughts spontaneously lead to
how quizzically fascinating I found it to be
As if almost habitually the proverb manifested before me
Like a song from the forest
A prevalent gift from the trees
Softly singing reminders of exactly how painstakingly patient
a tree must be to transform from mere seed
into a strong rooted tree
Learning to dig yourself out of a hole
in which you were planted firmly
Rising to the surface only to weather life’s storms
To stall tall on your own
building a burly backbone
Not succumbing to circumstance
living to prevail all of life’s dips
and enjoying each bliss
Yes. Losing myself amongst the trees
Will forever remind me
That whatever life throws
I am still a seedling sprout without a doubt
eager to grow
Knowing that soon enough it will be
tough to break the bark I’ve burrowed