Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Like an awkward adolescent, 
the queen anne's lace 
grows unnaturally tall,
lean and lanky, 
in the summer heat 
and does not realize
how beautiful she really is.

10 comments: said...

Love it!!!! Beautiful!

Dymphna said...

Thank you!

Michele said...


Cynthia said...

Oh, loving this poem - gentle love
she is.

Dymphna said...


TACParent said...

I love this image.

Dymphna said...


Kraxpelax said...


– Mirror on the wall,
please tell me, how can I find
the Source of my Self?

Flashboy, reflection
depends on your Mind, gone like
a window across

This aperture's well
into the trees in order
to get the picture

No camera yields
by the thunder of silence
while nothing stays real

Like Void breaks the still
ness of a lightning above
that calm forest lake.

Single Swingle

- Yours, Peter Ingestad, Sverige

Michele said...

awesome!!! i always love how you let the reader really feel the poetry!

Dymphna said...


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