"Autobiographies of great nations are written in three manuscripts – a book of deeds, a book of words, and a book of art. Of the three, I would choose the latter as truest testimony." - Sir Kenneth Smith, Great Civilisations

"I must write each day without fail, not so much for the success of the work, as in order not to get out of my routine." - Leo Tolstoy

I have never believed that one should wait until one is inspired because I think the pleasures of not writing are so great that if you ever start indulging them you will never write again. - John Updike

"The life of every man is a diary in which he means to write one story, and writes another; and his humblest hour is when he compares the volume as it is with what he vowed to make it." - J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

Poetry is the shadow cast by our streetlight imaginations." - Lawrence Ferlinghetti


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Thursday, August 6, 2020

Flowers of the Field






I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud

By William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.



Flowers in the field. A poem | by Michelle Anderson | Medium
Photo by keith davey on Unsplash

Flowers in the field
by Michelle Anderson
Nov 23, 2019

The flowers bloom sweet and luscious in the field

Enticing to the eyes and nostrils

Seductive, elusive, ephemeral

Drawing me in until I am lost

They comfort and soothe the soul with their beauty

The bee fights with the hummingbird

One seeks delicious nectar, one the bright pollen

And the flowers want to breed and multiply

We all want something from different

Can we not all have it all?


Flowers In The Field - Olha Darchuk - Paintings & Prints, Flowers ...
Flowers in the Field, by Olha Darchuk

Field Of Flowers

The warmth we feel from a field of flowers.
To sit in the sun and bask for hours
Ask not what the world has for me
Trys to live in tranquility

Spends her days in service to others
Treats friends as sisters and as brothers
Lends a hand when a hands in need
What ever it takes to help others susceed

Mother, grandmother and friend to all
Sholder to cry on for any who call
Passionate about, her faith and love
Always credit to God above

A rose in life, a daisy to me
A field of Lavender for all to see
For never could one flower explain
What she does again and again

A rock, but not really
Or a saint, that is silly
What is the best to describe her
Rolling fields filled with lavender!


Flowers of the field Photograph by Diana Kraleva
Flowers of the field is a photograph by Diana Kraleva which was uploaded on January 23rd, 2013.

Field Of Flowers

by Gabe Florsheim

Life is like a beautiful flower
Each day as unique
As each petal of each.

The stem ever lengthening
In a strenuous effort to reach the nurturing rays of the sun.

The roots ever deepening
To draw life from the earth.

The swaying fields ever entrancing
To the watchful eyes of youth.

Looking out over a field of wildflowers-
Each one an individual blossom
Slowly opening, revelaing to the world
It's true beauty

Petal by petal.
Step by step.

Each flower resembling its species
But, in truth, a rare individual.

No two are exactly alike
Some have thorns
Or rough edges
Others are spicy
Or sweet.

How hard it is to chose just one
To put a smile on your face.
One whos individuality touches your heart
And warms your soul

And stands out
In a field of flowers



flowers of the fields by awjay.deviantart.com on @DeviantArt ...
https://www.deviantart.com/awjay/art/flowers-of-the-fields-135210295

O Flower!
by Sarthi
June 2009

O flower! Attired in pure natural innocence,
Thou are ignorant of thy enchanting aroma,
Unaware of thy Charm,
Dances freely with flirtious breeze,
Hardly cares about world's joy and sorrow,
Thou are neither selfish nor altruistic
Full of Self yet so Selfless!

I am fascinated by your tranquil disposition,
At dawn thou bath in sun's rays,
Flirt with colorful butterfly,
Fall a deep sleep in afternoon warmth.
Enjoy melodious sound of chirping birds

Thou lover, up there - the sky,
Gazes you with intense admiration,
He kisses you tenderly through his winds,
Thou spread thy fragrances in his arms,
He grows enamored of thy presence,
What a beautiful bond!

Thy fall comes - autumn arrives,
Still thou remain full of life as ever before,
Not worried; not shaken a bit
Simply falls, without uttering a
Single word to your lover to save you
from getting withered.

Thou unconditional acceptance is captivating,
O soft hearted beauty, thy passive life is
Exquisite treasure of green emotions.



Jonquilla Narcissus Group
Jonquil - a widely cultivated narcissus with clusters of small fragrant yellow flowers
and cylindrical leaves, native to southern Europe and northeastern Africa.

Nature's Way
by Alora M. Knight
April 2018

Is there anything as tranquil
As a brightly glowing jonquil
That stands in sweet serenity,
A part of nature's tapestry?

A flower that never questions why,
The rivers flow and birds will fly,
Content to fill part of the plan,
To beautify the world of man.

If we would only realize
We, too, can help to glorify,
To find within each passing day
A happiness along the way.

A loving hug or cheerful smile
Can help to make a life worthwhile.
If all would lend a helping hand,
We soon would have a world so grand.



Flowers Of The Field


Flowers Of The Field

The beautiful flowers of the field

Bright scented and cool

Gentle to the retina and

A romance to the heart

Five minutes around her

Therapy to the body, mind and spirit

Transcending imagination to a direction

And putting an order to mental disorder

Take your time and take a tour about her

Quietly look and admire her

Feel the relaxation of Mother Nature.



Flickriver: Bushy Rose Garden pool
https://www.flickriver.com/groups/791640@N22/pool/


Rose In Full Bloom
by Ishan Malik
February 2006

Rambling down a cobbled pathway,
I stumbled upon a wild rose,
Deep garnet red,
Velveteen petals each curled to perfection,
Luminescent and innocently pretty,
A coy damsel oblivious of her beauty,
Fading away unadored and unsung,
Looking at me, she blushed
I stood love stung, adoring her,
Borrowed a steam bearing a bud
Planted her proudly in my garden,
Ever day, day after day,
I watched my rose break out of its chrysalis,
Groomed it with devout care,
Nurturing it with fertilizer,
Admiring it with every moment,
Watching it grown and come into full bloom,
Tall and elegant till it grew
And looked down on me!


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