to gather, in passing [poetry // photos]

and when you see this brilliant turmoil, darling

with outstretched fingers

dare to approach; part the crush
extend an entreaty into the dim, and with trepidation
attempt to avoid those clinging snarls
and lingering doubts

even though you know to try

is to become ensnared in soul in sinew
entangled, uncertain

keep pushing

when the radiance
builds to reflect the sun itself
pulling tears to the tips of your lashes;
or is it the searing trails
the thorns tear down your wrists

and when you withdraw

decorated
in lurid scratches, and gossamer robed
your hands overflowing with the light of the cosmos
and your breath ragged in exertion
anticipation, regret

each strand severed

each petal creased
each spur bloodied —
is this moment both as exquisite and as excruciating
as you never intended

inspired by photos taken while snapping branches of fresh broom tumbling down the emerald hills of Ireland. Apparently my memories and my emotions are caught there this week. Be gentle; I dream in delicate, architectural poetry, but often express in disjointed prose.

These photos and words are all my own work, inspired by my travels all over this pretty blue marble of ours. I hope you like them. 🌶️

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