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photoblog image Zyrynology: The Art of Growing Poems...

Zyrynology: The Art of Growing Poems...

...or She's Floating In Between Two Worlds

 

…sow the seeds of my whispered words

in the valley of your petals in the evening

water them with your sacred dew deep at night

you will discover a forest of the poems glowing in the rising sun

which no one understands but you and me…

Zyrynology: The Art of Growing Poems...

...or She's Floating In Between Two Worlds

 

…sow the seeds of my whispered words

in the valley of your petals in the evening

water them with your sacred dew deep at night

you will discover a forest of the poems glowing in the rising sun

which no one understands but you and me…

comments (10)

  • Suzanne
  • Canada
  • 24 Jun 2011, 00:28
In her hand
she holds a heat
dipped in the fire of the setting sun
poems created within the valleys and the mountains and the sea
of his whispered words.
He paints them, one by one, without a sound.
She tucks them under her white sheet
moving along the midnight mist
of their knowing...
vz-nostalgia: :
For how long can one hold the heat of the setting sun?
Who will pollinate the poems when they start blooming in the valleys and on the mountains?
Will the sound return when the paintings are done?
What happens to the midnight mist when the white sheet is thrown aside revealing the delight of her curves?
  • Ray
  • Manila, Philippines
  • 24 Jun 2011, 01:21
Keep looking!

Moses has to be in there...
vz-nostalgia: I doubt I have 40 years ahead of me to search for the guy, Ray. But if I happen to bump onto him, I would most definitely ask him why in teh world he smashed teh tablets into pieces. smile
  • Louis
  • South Africa
  • 24 Jun 2011, 08:21
This picture reminds me that the world could be a sanitary place, if it were not for humans and their foibles.
vz-nostalgia: And we didn't limit our assault on nature by land, Louis. Look what we've done to the ocean. Have you hear about the Great Pacific Garbage Patch, an island of trash (mostly plastic) twice the size of Texas that floats in the Pacific Ocean?
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Great_Pacific_Garbage_Patch
Apparently, the lessons of the ecological disaster of the Easter Island was not enough for us. If the big monies of the corporations keep running the politics in their chase for uber-profit, we all will live in teh Mad Max world ("You're a scavenger Max...a maggot... living off the corpse of the old world."). smile
  • blackdog
  • United Kingdom
  • 24 Jun 2011, 08:33
The whispering grass - I can only echo Louis' thoughts.
vz-nostalgia: Neither giant trees, nor the meadows, pregnant with the wild strawberries, will hear teh whispers of the grass. smile
  • Suzanne
  • San Francisco
  • 24 Jun 2011, 16:39
this photo made me grin - for some reason, the first thing that popped into my mind was "leaping gophers!"

poetic in a "cow jumped over the moon" sort of way, I suppose.
vz-nostalgia: Well, why don't you try, Ms. Suzanne? Next thing you know, teh kids in the kindergartens all over San Francisco sing your nursery rhyme "The Leaping Gophers". smile
  • Hannah
  • Honolulu
  • 24 Jun 2011, 17:08
Looking at this forest of poems it seems like the seeds fell on fertile ground smile
vz-nostalgia: I think you are onto something here, Ms. Hannah. smile
  • John Baker
  • United States
  • 24 Jun 2011, 17:21
Look at how high that gopher on the right can jump! Wow!
vz-nostalgia: Apparently, it doesn't know an old Chinese proverb that goes: "The nail that sticks out gets hammered first". smile
  • schin
  • United States
  • 24 Jun 2011, 20:07
Ha-ha! At a glance it looked like a flock of gophers trying to take to the air!
vz-nostalgia: Jesus... maybe they do look like gophers, if you are a third person who mentioned them. smile
  • eva
  • Great Britain (UK)
  • 27 Jun 2011, 08:25
...and during the day
she will run through those fields
looking for him....
smile
vz-nostalgia: :
...alas in vain
he was waiting for her
in between those worlds... smile
  • Kelly Henry
  • United States
  • 10 Jul 2011, 19:34
Victor, I just got back from a weekend camping in Waterton National park, it is the Canadian side of Glacier National park in the US in Montana. Our camp site was full of gophers and I have to admit this photo for the first instant I looked at it reminded me of all the little gophers sticking up out of their holes!
vz-nostalgia: ah, you too on teh gophers side, Ms. Kelly. smile So good to hear from you. Are you back to the States? I've never been to Montana. As soon as Natalya starts working again, we'll start planning our trips.
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