Category Archives: Flowers
Rosa Andante, ink drawing by Johannes Beilharz (2014)
Don’t flag her down – she might just – no, she certainly will! – wilt and turn completely passive. – James Steerforth (© 2011) Written for 3WW using flag, might and passive, giving certain painfully sensitive people an Emily Dickinsonesque … Continue reading
No wisteria, no chrysanthemum out there, but still a good sneeze. – Oson Posted for Haiku My Heart at Recuerda Mi Corazón. A somewhat tongue-in-cheek haiku by one of the lesser-known masters.
Or we go to a hula dance but she keeps watching me through my black-rimmed glasses Continue reading
More garden creatures emerged from flowers all over, and the garden was filled with tiny thuds. Continue reading
“Your frequent visits will pay off someday.” “Are you sure, ma? I’ve been seeing Daisy for more than thirteen years now. Every Wednesday I take her flowers.” “Her heart is bound to open up to you, Beal.” “Once she asked … Continue reading
Only sleeting rain after sun after sun after buttercups in the fields after bright yellow bright green – James Steerforth ( © 2008 ) Hardly symbolic, or is it? Yet it was born in response to Totally Optional Prompts’ request … Continue reading
Tulip and Concrete A flower post for Photo Hunt 109.
The evening I proposed to my girlfriend – the most gorgeous, most intelligent, most perfect, most patient, most exciting, most humorous, most lovable person I’ve ever known – turned into a night of revelation. When I’d spoken, she took my … Continue reading
Parodia magnifica* Hey, cheer up! Who says you’re ugly, old & worn, unlovable and a sourpuss – that’s just your current image of yourself. Even cacti do have their close friends, lovers & admirers! Get yourself watered a bit, & … Continue reading
Europe’s current favorite love story between French President Nicolas Sarkozy and ex-model/singer Carla Bruni keeps the tabloids busy these days. An opportune time perhaps to go and see what Carla Bruni has to say about love in her best-known song … Continue reading
They come easily, as in a dream. I tend to them carefully, reflect on them and follow their growth. If they take on shapes and directions I don’t appreciate, I’m not afraid of ceasing to nourish them, to let them … Continue reading
Even though life’s like a still life today, what with chill, incessant rain & this being a holiday, there must be motion somewhere behind each one of those still windows There must be Since I don’t have one, I imagine … Continue reading
Le rite et le parc hagard … – Vincent Bounoure No, don’t want it. Not that park today, not the trash around the rubbish bins. And your haggard back. The way you walk with that cane in your hand, bent … Continue reading
I’m far away, the only survivor of my ship, on a Pacific island Today should be Easter Sunday according to pencil marks and some recollection of how Easter falls each year Parrots are making ruckus, everything’s aflutter and awash The … Continue reading
The lyrics to a song by Martha Wainwright – daughter of Loudon Wainwright III and Kate McGarrigle and sister of Rufus W. – I found intriguing both poetically and visually. And musically, of course, as I happen to have the … Continue reading
There’s such an I love you! no fainting pearl so delicate, Bobby, as if a rumor were scented, never there, yet, always here. He opens like a flower and like a flower never looks away from me, it is the … Continue reading
Does anyone know what this flower is called? The picture was taken on February 18, 2007.