There are voices
in these woods
souls about the garden
They speak
if you listen
Not the grand
nor the showy
but the small, the shy
the sly pink blossom
requirring
a short lens
zoomed in close
a delicate hand
at the helm
while I say,
‘I see you there, small one.’
Click.
Poem and Image © Jilly’s 2016
Taken at Harry P. Leu Gardens
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I like the idea of addressing what one is taking a picture of and saying “I see you there”.
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Thank you! Truly taken with Monsters. Will spend some time in your writing world – the big lake is a marvelous source of inspiration; I grew up on the sunset side of that Great body of water!
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I enjoyed the way this built to that lovely ending!
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🙂 Thank you kindly!
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Love love the small voices like that… lovely Jilly
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Thank you, Bjorn! Lovely to be back at the bar 🙂
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I love your perspective and keen appreciation for nature’s small gifts ~ Good to see you Jilly ~
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Thank you, Grace! Nice to be back at the bar 🙂
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Very pretty. Sweet and cute way of painting how photography can allow an intimate engagement with the otherwise ordinary.
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You are my first read this morning, and your poetry, “but the small, the shy” will set the tone for the day, looking for the same.
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Thank you!
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I feel that too – the voices in the woods and soul of the garden. Heart warming write.
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Lovely, tender little note of observation – beauty lies in the details.
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Such a gorgeous write!!❤️
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Thank you 🙂
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