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Rule #2

“Rule 2: You reap exactly what you sow, that is, you cannot grow tulips from zucchini seeds.” Anne Lamott Small Victories


Like the mouth of some great African cat

The tulips should be behind bars like dangerous animals;   

They are opening like the mouth of some great African cat,   

And I am aware of my heart: it opens and closes

Its bowl of red blooms out of sheer love of me.

From “Tulips” by Sylvia Plath


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One flower, two perspectives

 


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On the verge


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Misty Day Yellow


Ferocity of the Iris

Ever seen a ferocious Iris?

I have.


Clematis

Morgan has a Clematis vine growing on both sides of her garden wall.  I shot this flower from an angle through an opening and into the light. The blurred background created this strange orangish color, which I have not modified through post-processing. Makes for an interesting backdrop to the blossom.


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Tulip

 

Tulips

by A. E. Stallings

The tulips make me want to paint,
Something about the way they drop
Their petals on the tabletop
And do not wilt so much as faint,
Something about their burnt-out hearts,
Something about their pallid stems
Wearing decay like diadems,
Parading finishes like starts,
Something about the way they twist
As if to catch the last applause,
And drink the moment through long straws,
And how, tomorrow, they’ll be missed.
The way they’re somehow getting clearer,
The tulips make me want to see
The tulips make the other me
(The backwards one who’s in the mirror,
The one who can’t tell left from right),
Glance now over the wrong shoulder
To watch them get a little older
And give themselves up to the light.
(Poetry, June 2009)
Lifted from here

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