Des fils de toutes les couleurs
Embobinés au fil du temps
Se laissent enfiler
Par la machine et ses contrôles
L’ordre émerge, petit à petit
Jusqu’à ce que seule l’harmonie règne
Threads of all colours
Spooled over time
Let themselves be threaded
By the machine and its controls
Order emerges, little by little
Until only harmony remains
Soft rain drops hung to your petals
Like salty tears from her eyelashes
A brief shiver shook all but the last one free
The zephyr had saved it just for me
Wait a minute!
What’s that you say?
Although you whispered,
I heard you.
It’s beautiful…
If you were right beside me
Would you still whisper
And say it again?
Today’s photo brought to you by the letter Y, and the number 6.
Your petals like silk
Flow like a magical gown
The slightest breeze ruffles
At first glance
Shades of rose so subtle
Pastels from white to pink
Once a little closer
Mesmerized, magnetized, hypnotized
(I found) A supernova at your centre
The eye of the flower
This photo begs for a caption… or a better title.
I couldn’t come up with it.
How about you?
Let me try…
Maturity behind youthful exuberance.
I’ve got your back.
Stages…
My light shines on you.
Beauties.
Watching you blossom… Soon you’ll be all grown up.
A distant memory, fading away.
Heart of the matter.
You are my sunshines.
Wake-up, little one.
The colours of perfection…
You never put yourself on display
Simply for my viewing pleasure
Shape, sound, colour, movement, texture
Each with a unique purpose, for sure.
Your beauty resplendent, stunning
Often imitated, seldom mastered
All around me, generously offered
Precious and fragile, too easily altered.
I lose myself in your warm embrace
Breathe in your perfume, intoxicated
Stare endlessly at your magic, defeated
This string of pearls for another, knighted.
Surf’s thunderous crashes, deafening
Crests lit by waning rays, shimmering
You ventured ever further, terrified
Stood, fell, emerged, froze, petrified
Held your breath, closed your eyes
Disappeared, an instant
You were gone, a moment
Lost, an eternity
On the sand, the wave died at my feet
On the edge, gold sliver, incomplete
We both watched with emotion
The sun sink in the ocean.
By Lens and By Pens 