“New Battlefield Sensor Technology” — An unnamed official from an unnamed country reported that another unnamed country led by an unnamed dictator has been using new battlefield sensor technology, pictured above (obtained from an unnamed photographer), to eavesdrop on communications and to collect electronic information—to spy, really—on citizens of countries around the world. It would appear their main interest lies in consumer shopping patterns, online gambling habits, and the brand of coffee they drink.
We are investigating…
Upon further investigation, it would appear the official photographer may have gotten too close to the hibiscus and triggered the shutter accidentally as he tripped on his shoelace, which had come undone while he ran to catch a better shot.
Deep green morning dew
Overshadowed by colours
Your very own charm
Hot sunny days
Gave way to moist windless nights
Millions of minuscule droplets
Condensing on her skin
For the lucky to admire
In the soft early-dawn light
Tiny goosebumps like shimmering gems
The gentle morning breeze
Had dried some petals already
Creating silky duvet-covered pastel-coloured petals
Reminiscent of the fine hair on the nape of your neck
Your intoxicating perfume
Made me giddy
How to take it with me
Steal it until the end of time
A futile effort; my lungs filled
Sniffing repeatedly only made me light-headed
One last breath
Reaching the depths of my body
One more look
Imprinting every inch of my soul
I fear your colours
Will have long faded
And your petals floated to the ground
When I return
Alas too late to see you again
On my way somewhere
—we’re all on our way somewhere, whether we like it or not—
I decided to stop,
not because it was part of the plan,
nor did I have anything specific to do there.
I stopped just to stop,
to have a look,
and to slow down.
I’ve done this often.
I love the effect it has on me…
What could I say that wouldn’t fall short
Of describing your true beauty, softness, and elegance
Staring longer would only draw me further away from reality
Lost in thoughts, imagining, forgetting who, what, where we are
Nevertheless, for this fleeting moment, I found myself
Searching for words to describe a feeling, but failed
Some things better remain unsaid, some words unspoken
A thought came to mind as I walked away
I just kept going quietly
We both knew
… for the tulips.
I know, it’s not how the saying goes. “You can’t see the forest, for the trees,” is the more common expression. But I couldn’t help myself. With my lens at ground level, surrounded in red and white flowers reminiscent of the Canadian flag, among green leaves and stems, I realized I could no longer see the thicket of cedars a few feet beyond. I smiled and thought of this overused idiom, amused. I could no longer see the forest for the tulips…
Hidden on a branch
On this thin line between sunlight and shadows
Like birds on a wire
Shoulder to shoulder, strength in numbers
Outstretched thin arms
Cradling one precious seed, a teardrop
Nobody will hear it fall
On the green safety blanket below
Yet all will know
It came from your bleeding heart
Time of the lilacs
Sitting in the shade of the canopy
Its unforgettable fragrance hypnotizes
Conjuring memories of days gone by.
Of all nature’s perfumes, lilac is my favorite
For too many reasons, happy and sad.
I close my eyes and inhale deeply…
A true delight for the senses, and the mind.
I know I posted a hibiscus photo recently but when it comes to colour and beauty, I thought these deserved their own post.