“The silence of a flower: a kind of silence which we continually evade,
of which we find only the shadow in dreams.” — Lewis Thompson
Flower
All posts tagged Flower
“To deal with the chaos of life, I escape into the prism of glass, dancing to the visual music in
my mind. My photographs express my interior movement from darkness into light and back.”
Polly Norman
Later on today… Leanne Cole and Laura Macky’s Monochrome Madness will be presented on Leanne’s blog. Thanks to both of them and an array of talented international photographers one can view a visual cornucopia of wonderful monochrome photographs all in one central location.
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A Taste of Honey ~ Patricia Barber ~
Here’s an example from
A Butterfly;
That on a rough, hard rock
Happy can lie;
Friendless and all alone
On this unsweetened stone.
Now let my bed be hard,
No care take I;
I’ll make my joy like this
Small Butterfly;
Whose happy heart has power
To make a stone a flower.
“The Amen of nature is always a flower.” Oliver Wendell Holmes
I like to think a flower opens itself to outgrow its plantedness.
That it yearns to be carried away.
Author Unknown
Love is like a beautiful flower which I may not touch, but whose fragrance makes the garden a place of delight just the same. – Helen Keller
What if you slept? And what if, in your sleep, you dreamed? And what if, in your dream, you went to heaven and plucked a strange and beautiful flower? And what if, when you awoke, you had the flower in your hand?
Ah, what then? – Samuel Taylor Coleridge
I have loved flowers that fade
by Robert Bridges
I have loved flowers that fade,
Within whose magic tents
Rich hues have marriage made
With sweet unmemoried scents:
A honeymoon delight,
A joy of love at sight,
That ages in an hour
My song be like a flower!.
I have loved airs that die
Before their charm is writ
Along a liquid sky
Trembling to welcome it.
Notes, that with pulse of fire
Proclaim the spirit’s desire,
Then die, and are nowhere
My song be like an air!.
Die, song, die like a breath,
And wither as a bloom;
Fear not a flowery death,
Dread not an airy tomb!
Fly with delight, fly hence!
‘Twas thine love’s tender sense
To feast; now on thy bier
Beauty shall shed a tear.
Maverick Mist 