Flowers on Friday
In a field of roses, I am but a wildflower.
she is as a wildflower meadow, beautiful and untamed
no matter what befalls, she is washed clean by spring rains
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
these shots were taken with a Lumix
Flowers for Love
A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.
not every woman loves the same flower
nor wants the same flower from her love
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
Flowers for Friendship
the kiss of the sun for pardon
the song of the birds for mirth
you are nearer your love in a garden
than anywhere else on earth
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
Oceans Apart
A woman’s heart is a deep ocean of secrets.
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across the ocean, you are so far away
I want to wake with you, to the sound of the waves
crashing white on each brand new day
life is what happens, when you’re making plans
and all that you need is right there in your hands
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
I used a Panasonic Lumix for these shots
it’s a great pocket / purse camera
Scenes on Sunday ~ Rocks
I know a cascading goddess who is soft for rock.
there is something of a paradox about rocks
building a pleasing stack to photograph locks
an ethical contemplative memory deep in my soul
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
I use a Panasonic Lumix
it’s a great pocket / purse camera
failure to communicate
Women are often very difficult to impress.
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my words are banal, she’s heard it all before
yet my words are very true, I really do care for her
I’m pouring my whole heart away, wish I could find more
memorable originality, honesty, sincere Shakespearian prose
to convince her that I’m not just some other lustful jerk in a bar
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
I rise with the dawn
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does it make you feel good
to know that you
have power over me?
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
arachnids
A Spider sewed at Night
Without a Light
Upon an Arc of White
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If Ruff it was of Dame
Or Shroud of Gnome
Himself himself inform
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Of Immortality
His Strategy
Was Physiognomy
Emily Dickinson
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Unlike a close friend of mine,
I am not a big fan of spiders,
nor scorpions, nor octopuses.
jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
get yourself free
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you reach the end of day
just wishing you could fly away
from people, places and possessions
but as happens with all commitments
you can find yourself caught in such a trap
you get so used to it you can’t find your way back
just assert yourself and hope they won’t all desert you
you know when you are not yourself every day just hurts
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
Everybody Hurts Sometimes
Every now and then even a strong man cries.
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May I walk happily, and may it be beautiful before me.
May it be beautiful behind me, happy and and beautiful below.
May it be beautiful above me and may beauty be all around my heart.
In beauty I cry and wonder, and in beauty there is both my sadness and joy.
Navajo Prayer.
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
