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Blossoming by ZebulaNebula Blossoming by ZebulaNebula
A random ornamental cherry - I think - that I saw this spring, and couldn't help taking a few shots of.
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JennOkami Featured By Owner Jul 16, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
I like the use of the sky as negative space and how the flowers almost look like clouds. This is a really great photograph.
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ZebulaNebula Featured By Owner Jul 16, 2012
Thanks. I almost want to overlay a poem over this.
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JennOkami Featured By Owner Jul 17, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
hmm, what kind of poem hon? and probably do some sort of 50% opacity backing with a fade...
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ZebulaNebula Featured By Owner Jul 17, 2012
Something mushy or "dream of a better world" most likely. And yeah, that sounds good ...
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JennOkami Featured By Owner Jul 18, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
To a Blossoming Pear Tree

Beautiful natural blossoms,
Pure delicate body,
You stand without trembling.
Little mist of fallen starlight,
Perfect, beyond my reach,
How I envy you.
For if you could only listen,
I would tell you something,
Something human.

An old man
Appeared to me once
In the unendurable snow.
He had a singe of white
Beard on his face.
He paused on a street in Minneapolis
And stroked my face.
Give it to me, he begged.
I'll pay you anything.

I flinched. Both terrified,
We slunk away,
Each in his own way dodging
The cruel darts of the cold.

Beautiful natural blossoms,
How could you possibly
Worry or bother or care
About the ashamed, hopeless
Old man? He was so near death
He was willing to take
Any love he could get,
Even at the risk
Of some mocking policeman
Or some cute young wiseacre
Smashing his dentures,
Perhaps leading him on
To a dark place and there
Kicking him in his dead groin
Just for the fun of it.

Young tree, unburdened
By anything but your beautiful natural blossoms
And dew, the dark
Blood in my body drags me
Down with my brother.
James Arlington Wright

Which may be a bit too lengthy... Or:

A Blossoming Rose

Feeling full of immeasurable dreams
Desiring to burst forth with unfolding hues
Opening with the natural ease of a sigh
Blessed with a spattering of morning dew

Petals instinctively absorb rays of warmth
Releasing a heavenly fragrance so freely
Intoxicating all who inhale as they pass by
Holding a matchless moment… demurely

Admiring eyes drink in your amazing beauty
As a stride slows and comes to a standstill
Your charm prevents time from going forward
Attaching to a heart that is lastingly fulfilled

4/14/08
Theresa Ann Moore

I donno, there are millions of poems out there...
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