Star for just a day
Resplendent in all your charm
Take my breath away
Tag Archives: flowers
So much to see…
White velvet petals
Colourful and sharp details
A scene of contrasts
Under Attack
They come and they go
Buzzing, Taking, and Going
Nature never sleeps
Size Advantage
Enchanting colours
Attraction for all sizes
Abundance to share
What’s Up With That?
“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.
Foxglove and Tiny Fish
Early rays
Piercing through morning haze
Bouncing skyward
Off the blue liquid mirror
Lost in thought
Pulled from my reverie
Mirage or trickery
Like a gentle shower
Hundreds of tiny circles
Perturbing the water
Here one second
Gone in a flash
There with a dash
Breakfast for tiny pike
Watching, eager to strike
Tiny wings and legs above
All it took was one bite
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I really liked the foxglove
p.s. If you’re still reading at this point, you probably wonder what the foxglove has to do with the story. Well, nothing really.
I never took a photo of the lake… I wish I had my camera with me, alas I didn’t.
But I had a photo of a foxglove. That’s it.
It’s a Jungle Out There
Deep green morning dew
Overshadowed by colours
Your very own charm
Unforgettable
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
Inhaling endlessly
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
Unforgettable…
Stop, and Smell the Roses
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…
Never disappointed.
You leave me…
Speechless!
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
Enough said
