May has come …

Repose...
Originally uploaded by M’sheArt2.

“The wind is tossing the lilacs,
The new leaves laugh in the sun,
And the petals fall on the orchard wall,
But for me the spring is done.

Beneath the apple blossoms
I go a wintry way,
For love that smiled in April
Is false to me in May.”

– Sara Teasdale, May

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Pinky @ the beachy :D




Pinky @ the beachy :D

Originally uploaded by M’s❤2

Blooming in a garden of a cottage on the beach, a lovely tea rose bud just opening up.. seen in Dennis, MA.

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Another Song [Are they shadows that we see?] by Samuel Daniel
Are they shadows that we see?
And can shadows pleasure give?
Pleasures only shadows be
Cast by bodies we conceive,
And are made the things we deem,
In those figures which they seem.
But these pleasures vanish fast,
Which by shadows are exprest:
Pleasures are not, if they last,
In their passing, is their best.
Glory is most bright and gay
In a flash, and so away.
Feed apace then greedy eyes
On the wonder you behold.
Take it sudden as it flies
Though you yake it not to hold:
When your eyes have done their part,
Thought must length it in the heart.

I carry..

Balancing act
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i carry your heart with me
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)
i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

ee cummings

The near stillness recalls what is forgotten, extinct angels.
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“The near stillness recalls what is forgotten, extinct angels.”
Georg Trakl

…why should dreams plaque me…
dreams of angels escaping through the walls.
Mia

I dreamt you flew above me in a plane, and how apropos you always held your needs and hers above mine,
And i on earth below you, amongst the trees, exclaiming of their barren beauty, forever the seeker of beauty music and poems, wishing my camera at my side to capture forevermore the glory…..till the revelation… the ugly truth
You flew low, too low and crashed, my love you survived and oh my tear stained joy…
without rights, those too my love, tears and care denied,
my care and everlasting love, to look upon your face.. absolutely deniably denied..
by both, your metallic owner and you …. I carry on carrying your heart with me;

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When you use a camera, not as a machine but as an extension of your heart, you become one with your subject.
Anonymous ~