I belive it was a pack of pansys all in bloom
planted in a planter the unnatural way
every flower all the same.
picked it and caried it as I went on my way
just that one flower brought a smile to my day
I wonder what it would look like to a honey bee
for in ultraviolet I cannot see
I brought it with me and then squashed it flat
between the pages of a note book I have
now that bee can never see
blue vains navy bloom, baby blue petals and a dark heart.
but I can show this beauty for the world to see
in words or in pictures time will
show me.------------------------------
the art of pressing a flower is kind of like capturing a thought a feeling or a moment in poetry. you get something but it is never a true representationof the origenal.
if you like poetry there's a festival coming up so support your poets and see them live.
for more info go to Edmontonpoetryfestival.com
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I added the side pictures after the fact, origenaly there only was one flower, however I pressed it wrong and it ripped. so I pressed these four, to show you.
1 comment:
Hey there.
I was going through my blog and saw your comment from a while ago that I had ultimatley forgotten about. I had checked out your page before but forgot to comment.
So here I am.
I just wanted to say that you have an amazing talent for poetry.
I can't think of anything else to say, but that. Anyways.
Take Care and keep writing.
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