Sam S

Sam S 3d

We are only human..
messy, miraculous,
wired for touch and tenderness.

The science tells us:
we live longer
when we’re loved well.
Our bodies calm
in the presence of another.
The heart slows,
the breath deepens,
our minds soften
when someone truly sees us.

We are not made to do this alone.

And yet…

How ironic,
to hold this truth,
despite always knowing
how to be alone.

To wake alone,
and not ache.
To eat in silence,
and feel nourished.
To soothe yourself,
hold your own storms,
speak kindly into your own reflection.

What a strange kind of wholeness:
wired for others,
yet utterly at peace
in your own company.

#only #human

Sam S 7d

Pausing Shadows

And when the warmth was found,
the dark recoils beneath the ground.

Sam S Jun 8

Ocean

I looked to the horizon,
Expecting the ocean to show me where to go,
Its waves pulling me in different directions,
Telling me where I should be.

But as I sat still,
I felt the tide shift within me,
The pull of something deeper than the sea.
I was not lost;
I was the ocean.

#ocean

Sam S Jun 3

In the Wake of Wings: The Memory Beneath

Part IV

(The Spirit’s Voice)

I am not wing, nor thorn, nor spell…
but I watched them all when the silence fell.
I heard the hum, I felt the break,
the tremble when the bond did quake.

They all forget, but I remain,
carved in ash and choked in rain.
I carry names the world let go,
pressed like fossils deep below.

When bloom and buzz are echoes thin,
I keep the shape they once lived in.
And if the wind still cares to hear,
I’ll whisper truth through root and year.

#eternal #guardian #earth #mothernature #patience #spirit

Sam S May 29

In the Wake of Wings: The Soil Remembers

Part III

(The Flower’s Grief)

The sky still opens.
The rain still falls.
But nothing comes.
No wings, no call.

My roots hold firm, though the soil decays,
starved of the dance that once gave praise.
I bloom with aching memory…
offering colour to a vanished creed.

They’ve gone, the ones who crowned the spring,
lost to poison, silence, spell, or sting.
And yet I bloom.
And yet I bleed.
Because I remember what we were made to be.

When the bees have gone…

#stillness #barren #decay #absence #wilt #unpollinated

Sam S May 22

In the Wake of Wings: The Witch’s Curse

Part II

(The Spell’s Source)

The witch spoke a name, dark and sweet,
and bees forgot the flowers’ beat.
Their buzzing ceased, a hollow sound,
a kingdom lost beneath the ground.

In the black forest’s heart, it grows…
a flower no bee remembers.
Its petals drip with twilight’s poison,
a bloom that calls but never knows.

The bees have flown from memory’s edge,
lost to whispers and fading light.
And in this place where darkness reigns,
the forgotten bloom waits in endless night.

#spell #curse #silence #decay #darkness #pollution #disease #rot

Sam S May 17

In the Wake of Wings: Hivebreak

Part I

(The Bee’s Lament)

The blossoms bleed no honey,
only sharp air and bitter light.
I circle fields of glass,
my wings thrumming a dying song.

The wind tastes of metal…
a scent too cold to follow.
Petals close like whispered lies,
offering only empty cups.

The queen’s throne is empty…
a silence heavier than dust.
I am a ghost in a cage of petals,
lost to a world that forgot me.

Once, my wings carried gold,
now they hum a hollow tune.
I chase a memory too distant…
a song swallowed by poisoned skies.

A poetic cycle
(Bee – Witch – Flower – Spirit)
With more to come

#bee #forgetting #poison #collapse #pesticide #wingfall