Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Flower post mortem, Dromana Hills, Mornington Peninsula
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3WW #CXLIV ~ collapse + sweet + yearn
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Curls of spent beauty
Sweet colours collapse to brown
Bitter heart songs yearn
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Some other music
Melancholic new lyrics
Glorious sadness
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Pic by Gemma Wiseman
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I measure out my life with haiku. My camera films my soul. ~ Gemma Wiseman
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- A perfect summer day is when the sun is shining, the breeze is blowing, the birds are singing, and the lawn mower is broken. ~James Dent
- Autumn is an introspective season when stray thoughts of the mind dive into the mystique of the soul - Gemma Wiseman
- Autumn is the bridesmaid of Summer and the flowergirl of Winter ~ Gemma Wiseman
- Autumn whispers the tones of yesterday in a minor key ~ Gemma Wiseman
- Love is born / With a dark and troubled face, / When hope is dead / And in the most unlikely place; / Love is born, / Love is always born. - Michael Leunig's Christmas Song Cycle "Southern Star"
- Spring paints the stars of heaven in Earth colours ~ Gemma Wiseman
- Summer sizzles with a sibilant hush / Broken by dreams of / Clinking ice ~ Gemma Wiseman
- The object of a new year is not that we should have a new year. It is that we should have a new soul. - G.K. Chesterton
- Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all. - Stanley Horowitz
- Winter is the fire, simmering lonely in the soul ~ Gemma Wiseman
- Winter is the shadow, the etching of the seasons in the mist ~ Gemma Wiseman
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9 comments:
Sad, it's true. Beautiful photos.
great metaphor with flowers
These look to have been interesting flowers. Sad to see them dying away.
I really liked this.
westering
I loved this--concise but leaving nothing out. Great job.
Perfect words. Yet, I think nature never dies - just goes to sleep until the next flowering.
I like it, a bit sad, but perhaps beauty or life can be reborn in some other form, resurfacing anew
As always, I love these.
Beautiful photos
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