Om

Om by Miranda Proctor


The snap of the bottle opener popping off the cap

like the crack of a wooden bat followed

by the crowd’s carbonated cheers.


Cold rain rapping and tapping

against a corroded tin roof

like shattered glass bouncing across marble floors.


Empty static echoing within itself

before the needle on a record scratches the first note

Like a flame whispering against cave walls.


The lounging stretch of a fresh book spine,

Stories straining against binds

like a sprouting flower striking through soil.


The whisper of Fire roasted palm leaves sighing against each other,

The Earth’s equivalent to Water’s crests crashing on sand, or

like Air’s clouds shivering against the sky.


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Hey Everyone!

So the poem featured above conveys my interpretation of “the sounds of the universe,” which is one of om’s many meanings, as a blend of contradictory and paradoxical sounds that evoke images and strike a cord within us. Paralleling familiar sounds with sounds we may have never been introduced to serves as a cold splash of water, awakening the senses. I feel like that is what the universe sounds like—the moment the known meets the unknown.

The park where this shoot took place inspired this poem. It had been quite a windy day and I was working among the dry palm leaves that you can see in some of the pictures. Although the park was right alongside a busy street, all I could hear were the palm leaves whispering against each other. I was immersed in a world within a world—nature within urban.

The simple, boho look featured wasn’t complete until I had added the floppy hat. Floppy hats have become my latest obsession and are ideal for transitioning into fall. There’s an air of mystery behind a girl that wears a floppy hat, and what’s better to compliment the sounds of the universe than a little mystery?

Stay Unique.

Thanks for reading,

Miranda


Featured Outfit:

Zara top and skirt

Element hat

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19 thoughts on “Om

    1. As always, thank you for taking the time to not only read but leave me your lovely thoughts. I think we’ve found our “biggest fans” in each other:) the best part is we inspire each other!
      Much love,
      Miranda

  1. Hi, Miranda. Love that pretty hat of yours. It definitely makes the whole outfit perfect for boho look. Anyways, your posts keep on leveling up, revealing your poetic side. They are truly amazing. I am and forever will be your avid fan. In all honesty, I envy your creative mind. I wish I had those ideas. 🙂

    Gly, The Wanderlust Keeper
    chasingpotatoes.wordpress.com/

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