Poems, Pixels, & Prose!
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Spring is nature's way of saying, 'Let's Party!"
~ Robin Williams
This is the last in my series of four crocus images.
Shot with Pentacon AV and 12mm extension tube.
After a miserably hectic week, I have a few things to show off!
If you haven't stopped by Kurenai yet, you should stop by for a unique variety of Japanese and Taiwanese fashion! There the Yuzu Onzen decoration available from Violetility, and these awesome bento Nogitsune tails and ears available from Aii!
We <3 RP just opened as well, where you can grab this lovely Azrael Mask and Arrow from Azoury! There's also a wide variety of 50L items from a ton of vendors this month, so check it out!
Song: www.youtube.com/watch?v=jfFTT3iz740
Credits: Check out my blog!
Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.
~Rumi
I recently finished short prose/essays by Elena Ferrante where she wrote about a subject each week for a year for The Guardian and rather enjoyed her musings on being an author, mother, human, lover of films, admirer of Daniel Day Lewis, and being Italian,
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Image captured during the unseasonal sunshine and warm weather of April (England, UK) which, coincided with the first few weeks of the COVID19 Lockdown.
Created using: Topaz Labs, and Topaz Studio
“You pray in your distress and in your need; would that you might also pray in the fullness of your joy and in your days of abundance.”
- Khalil Gibran
Thank you everyone for your wonderful prayers and good wishes. I am not very well at the moment, but will try to stop by at the weekends. God bless xo
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=-uJ61jgFCMM
FADE INTO YOU – MAZZY STAR
ABUNDANCY
Pure of heart lights the way
shines like sun in the month of May
carries me throughout this day
Abundancy of Love
How I wish I could slip away
to my little island not far away
and linger longer; warm hazy days
Abundancy of Being
I can see you in my dreams
feel your touch and all it seems
is all I need and tranquil streams
Abundancy of Soul
Roses perfumed sweetness flows
cherry blossom falls like snow
seasons come and seasons go
Abundancy of Nature
Silence; tranquil; peace and quiet
nightingales sing throughout the night
twinkling winking stars and moonlight
Abundancy of Heaven
Close my eyes and turn my cheek
love me if I'm who you seek
refresh my spirit when I feel weak
Abundancy of Life
Open my heart and let me sing
beauty is found in everything
be more aware and life will bring
Abundancy of All.
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Taken at ONE BILLION RISING
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"Look at your feet. You are standing in the sky. When we think of the sky, we tend to look up, but the sky actually begins at the earth." - Diane Ackerman
textures with thanks to Kim Klassen for 'sweettreat' and to French Kiss for 'May_roses' and 'Purple prose'.
I've used this quote before...but felt I 'needeth' to use it again here!
I am at hospital ... nothing to worry about. Will catch up soon x
“You will find that it is necessary to let things go; simply for the reason that they are heavy. So let them go, let go of them. I tie no weights to my ankles.”
― C. JoyBell C.
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=GxzdA60uDrU
DINGLY DELL - LINDISFARNE
Fading ideals and memories
hidden beneath the stack
of letters and photographs
piled so high; yellowing
on dusty shelves once painted black
now peeling and dimple-dinted
by hammers and glancing blows
like my heart has taken
what my soul already knows
that we can never get back those times
of sweet halcyon days
when endless rhymes
fell from my lips into your ears
you held me so tight and quelled my fears
but like back then and so like now
the memory of you still dries my tears
and I feel your presence throughout the years
but there's no real use in looking back
except as a reminder that once all was well
those days of laughter in Dingly Dell
the smudges of mud from our runs in the hills
collapsing and breathless and laughing like stills
from an old movie we watched on cold Winter nights
over and over until we could recite
each and every phrase word perfect to our delight
smiling eyes joined our souls and set passions alight
now all I have left are those memories
they keep me warm; those sweet histories
but that's alright as long as I know
that the struggle for you that ran deeper than snow
is no longer a struggle; no longer a blow
you found new horizons; new sunsets and sunrise
the pale yellow moon lights up all your highways
you travel alone without me by your side
tucked into your breast pocket a note where I lied
telling you I was ok and not to worry about me
I loved you so much; I let you fly free
I never much wanted a caged bird you see
I would never me happy; you would never feel free
that is what true love is
the ability to know
when it's the right thing to stay
or the right thing to go
and I know it's the right thing in letting you go
because I also feel freer and I hope that you know
it will never be over; this love that I have
but I no longer feel burdened and I rarely feel sad
we can live with the peace in our minds and our souls
and the space in our heart that's reserved for us all
to let new love in; like the cherry tree flowers
that fill up my senses and transform my hours
to days and then weeks; to months and then years
until finally I get it; there is no reason to fear
we all must let go before we get back
the love that we give; the freedom we lack
I hope you are thinking as I'm thinking of you
the love we created will serve someone new.
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"Il faut être toujours ivre, tout est là ; c'est l'unique question. Pour ne pas sentir l'horrible fardeau du temps qui brise vos épaules et vous penche vers la terre, il faut vous enivrer sans trêve.
Mais de quoi? De vin, de poésie, ou de vertu à votre guise, mais enivrez-vous!
Et si quelquefois, sur les marches d'un palais, sur l'herbe verte d'un fossé, vous vous réveillez, l'ivresse déjà diminuée ou disparue, demandez au vent, à la vague, à l'étoile, à l'oiseau, à l'horloge; à tout ce qui fuit, à tout ce qui gémit, à tout ce qui roule, à tout ce qui chante, à tout ce qui parle, demandez quelle heure il est. Et le vent, la vague, l'étoile, l'oiseau, l'horloge, vous répondront, il est l'heure de s'enivrer ; pour ne pas être les esclaves martyrisés du temps, enivrez-vous, enivrez-vous sans cesse de vin, de poésie, de vertu, à votre guise."
Charles Baudelaire | In Les petits poèmes en prose
GOD'S WAY by Wm. Cowper
God moves in a mysterious way, His Wonders to perform--
He plants His footsteps in the sea, and rides upon the storm."
.. loud, intense, and although people were yelling, little was heard above the roaring of the wind. Though there were many an intrepid soul on the beach that day, there was a sense of being alone, just me and the ancient elements. In this place the internal dialogue seems to be magnified as if spurred on by the raging wind, the volume turned up bringing a distinct clarity, a comforting haven in the midst of the turmoil. An unexpected peace, a shelter with walls of noise, and sand and wind. I walked on with a sense of thankfulness thinking clearly...
“I was born poor and without religion, under a happy sky, feeling harmony, not hostility, in nature. I began not by feeling torn, but in plenitude.”
Albert Camus
www.youtube.com/watch?v=JjmCtNXRMDU
GOING HOME – SOPHIE ZELMANI
I AM
I am born free
in a field with wild flowers in my hair
the sounds of nature first to touch my ears
the softness and warmth of the earth beneath me
first sight the bluest sky filled my eyes
and coloured them for all my life
the sun shone bright and hot that day
bathed my hair and always stayed
corn-coloured tresses and cornflower blue eyes
wild and messy with no earthly ties
my Dad delivered me you see
the only ones there were my Mum and me
small bunnies in the fields
small birds on the wing
the joy of my life
to them was everything
later I would run barefoot and free
laughing pure and clear
climbing all the trees
but then their lives both ended suddenly
and it seemed that time stood still
and everything went dark for me
and darker still when I fell ill
it's hard to understand the complexities of life
for some it's a walk in the park
for others endless grief and strife
with no flickering flame to light the dark
but all I can say about the mysteries that surround me
is that even through the darkest; wildest storms
it's still possible to find the light
it's still possible to break free
the heavy shroud I wore
too big for my young shoulders
slipped and fell and with it tore
the melancholy mantel
some days are still seeped in sad memories
but mostly I'm ok
I hope you'll better understand me
and why I disappear and hide some days
I need that time of quiet reflection
I need to reconnect
with nature and all it's miracles
that calm my mind and balm my soul
the healing nature of it's powers
that brings me back so bright and bold.
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First day as Nurse Poppy is that my patient tries my patience, ha ha!! ; 0)) Otherwise all is well : 0)
We are both sat here revising our lists! Please do not be alarmed! It is a work in progress!! It gives us a shared interest and the only way I could keep him still for more than 5 minutes!! ; 0))
There Can Sometimes Be Heard a Crying in the Winds
While others might hear a sublime wonder of sounds sung
I have felt the cold wind of winter biting through stitches of clothes
Others have longed for a summer breeze on at ocean paradise
And yet here I stand wondering what emotion is felt
Hmm, I don't know
Maybe I should just sit down and enjoy it.
Another work of short poetry or prose to complement the image captured one afternoon in Pinnacles National Park while hiking the Jawbone Trail. The view is looking to the northeast with this national park landscape of sagebrush, evergreen trees, hillside and the more distant Balconies. My thought on composing this image was to angle my Nikon SLR camera slightly downward and create a more sweeping view, looking across this setting. The horizon would be brought higher into the image, but there would still be some blue skies and clouds to be that color contrast and complement the earth-tones in the lower portion of the image.
It's the first day of the month, and this is a first of a new series. Hopefully I can upload some more in the future...
Good Morning!
They are all here:
Sometimes I end up doing things which are completely undeliberate. And then I sit here and wonder at what I just concocted.
This is obviously not a friendly meeting. At least not as far as the one coming from the left side is concerned. The one facing her seems to be far more conciliatory. However, here is the thing: The one on the left, who is taking the aggressive stance, is actually the one who is quite weak. Her entourage is bent and tired. Whereas the one on the right, who seems to be far more open to negotiation has good strong backing.
I was concentrating on the image when I placed these people and didn't pay any attention whatsoever to the emotional exchange going on here. That hit me once I was done.
There are a lot of images used in this and they all come from www.sxc.hu/. And then there are three filters from www.redpawmedia.com/. Fog, Beautifier and also Technicolor, which works very nicely on low sat images as I found out. The poses are by Frigg Ragu.
"But friendship is the breathing rose, with sweets in every fold. Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.
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I'm a sucker for wildflowers; more so when they're truly wild in a field. I love them, they brighten any spot, even the side of a road that's riddled with potholes.
And so, this morning when I was walking back from an appointment and spotted this field of wild growth I had to pull the camera out and see what I could capture.
No field is ever the same. If I were to go back tomorrow, it would be different and I think that's what I love about places like this.
Variety, it's the spice of life!
Hope everyone has had a good day.
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