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Sunday, July 19, 2009

Whether I shall turn out to be...

Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Archway on my front path in early morning wintry light.
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Carry on Tuesday #10 ~ Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life... from Charles Dickens' David Copperfield
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Shadowed winding path
A hint of camellias
An arched sleeping rose
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Chilled melancholy
Distilling shards of self-worth
Shadowed winding thoughts
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An arched sleeping dream
The hero of my own life
A hint of rainbows
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11 comments:

Michele said...: The lighting is magical on this arch! Beautiful words to add to such an enchanting photo!; July 19, 2009 10:49 PM
Elizabeth said...: So lovely and so strange to think of your 'wintry' light as we swelter in summer. All best wishes from NY; July 19, 2009 11:14 PM
MyMaracas said...: How inviting and cool. Lovely shot!; July 20, 2009 12:49 AM
Bobbie said...: Gorgeous shot of that arch. Matches perfectly with the beautiful poetry :); July 20, 2009 1:28 AM
Old Grizz said...: Old Grizz is wondering if you would write a beautiful poem about his woods. this one was wonderful; July 20, 2009 4:22 AM
Missy said...: This is gorgeous! The picture is pretty.; July 20, 2009 5:48 AM
Michelle Johnson said...: Beautiful haiku.; July 20, 2009 5:57 AM
gautami tripathy said...: Wonderful post!

readingless days; July 22, 2009 2:21 AM
Nara Malone said...: You tell such a big story with so few words.I like the rainbow at the end.; July 22, 2009 6:42 AM
Tumblewords: said...: The arbor makes a beautiful marker for the quest...; July 22, 2009 8:47 AM
Selma said...: I like the 'hint of camellias.' I have several bushes like that in my garden with very dense foliage. The flowers just peep through!; July 23, 2009 10:39 PM

Archive of Blog Quotes

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