“Her lips on his could tell him better than all her stumbling words.”
– Margaret Mitchell
Flowers
“There is no glory in star or blossom till looked upon by a loving eye;
There is no fragrance in April breezes till breathed with joy as they wander by.” – William C. Bryant
“This outward spring and garden are a reflection of the inward garden.” – Rumi
Where the Passion Flower Grows
By Charles M. Moore
Lay down on your pillow
and turn the lights down low
let me take you to the garden
where the passion flower grows
Close your eyes and enter dreams
as love’s emotion sets the scene
and flitters through the garden
where the passion flower grows
Touch the tender petals
of the flower as she grows
a tentative endeavour
as your feelings overflow
Let me draw you to the place
where ecstasy can be embraced
the beauty of the garden
where the passion flower grows
Feel your mind exploding
in the heavy scented air
experience the shiver
as you’re captured unaware
A little touch of heaven
where imagination flows
the valley in the garden
where the passion flower grows.
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I have many many favorite poems including the Yeats poem Krista posted as her example for this week’s challenge. I selected this one that I’ve posted before because recently the poem’s author left a comment with praise of this posting. So I’m honored and delighted that the poet found the photos worthy of this exceptional poem. Here’s an except from Charles M. Moore’s biography –
“Born in the backstreets of the Gorbals in Glasgow Scotland, Kept in hospital because of Tuberculosis untill I was five, released, and given the all clear when I was fifteen, have always worked for a living and suppose had a pretty hard upbringing, but I wouldn’t change it for the world, love life and my outlook of it, have always as far as I can remember written poetry and songs.”
“A garden to walk in and immensity to dream in–what more could he ask?
A few flowers at his feet and above him the stars.” ― Victor Hugo
“Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day;
And give us not to think so far away
As the uncertain harvest; keep us here
All simply in the springing of the year.
Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white,
Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night;
And make us happy in the happy bees,
The swarm dilating round the perfect trees.”
Robert Frost
Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it. — Confucius
“She was a vixen when she went to school; And though she be but little, she is fierce.”
― William Shakespeare
“Success seems to be largely a matter of hanging on after others have let go.” – William Feather
Ecco mormorar l’onde
— Torquato Tasso
Now the waves murmur
And the boughs and the shrubs tremble
in the morning breeze,
And on the green branches the pleasant birds
Sing softly
And the east smiles;
Now dawn already appears
And mirrors herself in the sea,
And makes the sky serene,
And the gentle frost impearls the fields
And gilds the high mountains:
O beautiful and gracious Aurora,
The breeze is your messenger, and you the breeze’s
Which revives each burnt-out heart.
“Who would have thought it possible that a tiny little flower could preoccupy a person
so completely that there simply wasn’t room for any other thought.” – Sophie Scholl
Maverick Mist 