Wanderlust: Poetry & Photography

By Cendrine Marrouat

In "Wanderlust," Cendrine Marrouat has brought together the poems and photography from six of her most beloved books: "Walks: A Collection of Haiku," "Songs in Our Paths: Haiku & Photography (Volumes 1 & 2)," "The Heart of Space," "After the Fires of Day: Haiku Inspired by Kahlil Gibran & Alphonse de Lamartine," and "When the Mind Travels: A Poetic Journey into Photography". The pieces have been rearranged to create a new, evocative experience. 

 

Let "Wanderlust" take you on an unforgettable journey! 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Cendrine Marrouat
• Release date: Mar 7, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215238561

Cendrine Marrouat

Cendrine Marrouat is a French-born Canadian photographer, poet, and author. She is also the co-founder or FPoint Collective, a photography collective; and Auroras & Blossoms Poetry Journal, a magazine that promotes uplifting and positive poetry, no matter the topic. Cendrine has also created the Sixku (poetry form) and the Reminigram (type of digital photography). Finally she works as the Head of Marketing and Communications at Connexion Franco Coop.

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Keep your face always toward the sunshine - and shadows will fall behind you. - Walt Whitman

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The journey of a thousand miles begins with one step. - Lao Tzu

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Not all those who wander are lost. - J. R. R. Tolkien

TIME

History has been defied.

bricks are beautified—

time always has an audience.

WHERE STARS SHALL BE BORN

The weary sun

joins his watery bride—

let there be life! 

HAIKU - PART 1

Sullen echoes

challenge majestic mountains

from the red earth.

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A bell rings somewhere;

roosters crow in unison:

heaven has spoken.

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In this deep blue sky,

chatty flocks of geese appear

followed by a kite.

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Shapes carved in lava;

sacredness blossoms at last

under fingertips.

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Here, words in the sand;

there, waves gliding towards me...

Memories erased.

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The water lily

has white and pink petals—

fragrant ripples next.

The fog has rolled in—

details of branches melt

for a split second.

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This strip of land

is home to waterfowl

in the summer.

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The eagle’s cry...

A solemn tree welcomes

inquiring minds.

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Crunchy sounds in snow;

dogs keep watch at the window;

night is drawing near.

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Willow trees offer

respite from the heat: the cat

sees me and stretches.

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Fiery clouds

entangled in sunrays—

the secret of night?

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Tall grass, thick canopy,

cobwebs between slabs of stone—

the door frame still stands.

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A railroad crossing

in the middle of nowhere—

another Sunday.

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Morning drizzle:

umbrellas move along

like butterflies.

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Torn sheets of paper

scattered on the path; raindrops

wrote their own poems.

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September is near: 

a smile from the crumbling barn

across a dusty road.

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Another snow day;

footprints slowly vanish

from the sidewalk.

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Silence lives skyward

ensconced among clouds and stars;

every bird courts it.

THINK UPON THOSE THINGS

Hush, baby, hush.

The lull of the world will come.

Nascent dreams and fantasies

Open the door to freedom.

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Hush, baby, hush.

Let the tears flow evenly

In the apex of your mind,

And feel the light through your spine.

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Think upon those things

That make us human.

Think upon those words

That turn us against one another.

Think about those instants

When change soars into the sky,

When you feel limitless,

Impervious to sorrow.

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So, next time you curse the world,

Remember you