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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

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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 Forgiveness

how could it be that we let our love fall

when there were times in our lives that we had it all

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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

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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

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