http://www.flickr.com/photos/rebelwithafrog/3784941312/
*i waited for the chance
to meet her in the garden.
an hour consuming
summer’s beautiful display.
children play, flowers bloom,
hopscotch, blue spirea
breeze ruffles the foliage.
perfumes of russian sage
broadcast and saturate
my senses delight.
the sweet nectar attracts us both.
she arrives.
to see her fine hair
so golden by the velvet black sunlight.
to know she frequently visits
regardless of my devotion.
to admire her form and dainty sip
refreshing.
I am offered a glimpse,
a fleeting moment in the shade.
to blink not for want
for a thousand words
i silently stutter my worth;
rendered invisible, of no interest.
and as quickly as she came
she is away.
Author's Note:
I intended for this to be a poem by itself without the picture so I took the part "of my lense" off of the end of the line "a fleeting moment in the shade". The removed text appears in the original version on flickr, but not here. The poem is intended to be read while viewing the picture, but it should not rely on it. It should be able to be read by itself. Both are independent. Both belong with the other.
In the end, whatever you do, be devoted to it. Be passionate about it. Don't go about it half way with idle thoughts of other doings. Don't be concerned with what you could have done or what you should do. Don't worry about what you can or cannot do. Aerodynamically, bumble bees should not be able to fly. Do you think they know that? Whatever you do, just embark and do. The world needs more people who are in love and alive with passion.
Be in love and you will find your nectar in the blooms.
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