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< 8 flower tales >
1 -
all winter
the spring
grew inside us
now
our mouths open
and flowers tumble out
2 -
the rush of sprouting
of shoots
pushing aside old leaves
of stems ascending
as the buds
inflate to airy flowers
3 -
the bees warn us
as the mouths of flowers
open wide to swallow us
but since it's spring
we jump
right in
4 -
wheels
their axles
through the ground
swerve over us
with the curve
of the sky
5 -
as the afternoon
advances
the petals add
determining
if you are loved
or not
6 -
the waste basket
holds
these yellow flowers
tears
you're not sure
who they're for
7 -
the roundness
of a face
above us
the pleasant sense
of color
that continues
8 -
after the steady
flowing
of years
the grace
of our hands
turns to flowers
*The painting is 'People in the Sun' by Edward Hopper
(and rotated 90deg counterclockwise by rayheinrich).
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Published 27th Aug 2012
| Edited 23rd Oct 2015
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27th Aug 2012 5:55pm
I love these cycles, and the last lines are a gardener's tale. Really nice workmanship.
27th Aug 2012 7:47pm
Anonymous
27th Aug 2012 10:08pm
Well Done, Lemmy....grace and hands, Nice!
Strider
Strider
Anonymous
28th Aug 2012 7:28am
Ray,
You are bloody brilliant.
That painting is best, when it is turned 90 deg, it speaks volumes from any perspective.
Al -x-
You are bloody brilliant.
That painting is best, when it is turned 90 deg, it speaks volumes from any perspective.
Al -x-
28th Aug 2012 11:12am
I will say Ray compose me a sequel of another 8 flowers so that I can remain lost for some more time. Your artistry needs no mention (including the 90* rotation). An ecstatic journey that suddenly halts when someone like me was expecting more.
11th Sep 2012 00:19am
