The other month I went down to Melbourne to shoot this wedding and stayed at a lovely Airbnb, home of a florist and subsequently filled with plants and flowers (and lovely books). One book I read from cover and cover was 'note to self' by Connor Franta. The book is filled with stories and poems and photos and reminded me how much I enjoy writing little poems myself. I ended up filling my notebook with a poem a day and I'm going to scatter them through this post for you guys :)
I had to travel
to get lost
to know I
wanted to be
home.
it takes a few turns to
find my true north
I adjust my
backpack
and sling
my film camera
over my shoulder
peering
down alleyways.
I've drawn myself
a map creased in
my
pocket and
as I dart across
to the shaded
side I ignore
my
sore feet and
imagine all the wonder
waiting for me.
There's a fake flower
on the table
a dead rose
upon the fridge
a coffee book
glossed with petals
and within the glass
cabinet, a tiny
bottle
entrusted with rose mist.
my stomach holds
a tiny whirlwind
inside and my
hidden hands
shake inside
my pockets.
you can ask
yourself to be brave
and only hope
in return, you'll
listen.
