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What if aliens came in pink…

Instead of green or grey…?

Would we call them pretty?

Would we think them gay? 

What if they wore lace and little rosy flowers…?

Would we think them less fierce when they land upon our towers…?

Would it come as a surprise when they invade our space…?

If they came with rosy cheeks and an adorable baby face…?

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Gay as in happy… for those who were wondering…

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The end of the month is here. This is the last post for this “Garden Portraits” series.
I had someone ask me about how I choose the poems that go with my photos. So I thought I should clarify… I don’t have prewritten poems for the images. I choose an image I made that I want to share, then I write whatever I am inspired to write. A kind of improvisational  fun… That’s why some are good and some are just… well… you know…
With improv, you say “Yes!” to whatever happens in the moment “and” you play with it or move on… :)  So, you see, you are reading poems that have just come out of my head. (I know, scary place, right?) I hope they are enjoyable… I certainly enjoy writing them.

So, that brings me to September’s project… as of this moment I have not decided what I am doing. It’s going to a busy month. The kids are going back to school, I’m going back to improv classes and there is a show to get ready for, work to do and parenting problems to solve. I feel scattered… and that might be it. A scattered month… a month without a theme…

I guess I have to decide by tomorrow… or not…

Stay tuned……..

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My August Project … “A Flower a Day – Garden Portraits 2014″…

Day thirty-one…

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Photography and words by Cicely Robin Laing © 2014

 

Under Cover…

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Beneath the soft folds…

I will hide…

Because I feel safe…

when I’m inside…

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Let the rain fall…

Let the wind blow…

I’ll wait here…

for a new warm glow…

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Unnoticed, I slip…

deep under cover…

to steal a few moments…

with a secret lover…

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A lot of things can happen underneath a petal…

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My August Project … “A Flower a Day – Garden Portraits 2014″…

Day thirty… on day 30th… how about that?

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Photography and words by Cicely Robin Laing © 2014

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… and it wasn’t the first time. The rosebuds still hadn’t gotten over what had happened to that bowl of petunias…

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Make your own  music… even if it sounds like a bad idea.

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A little bite of silliness…

 

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My bearded iris has no beard…

No, it has this fuzzy yellow thing…

That it sticks out at me like a tongue…

and teases me silly with every Spring…

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If a flower could say “Na-na-nana- nah!” this would be the one to do it…

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But I have no such excuse… Today is my catch up day… so here is the second one.

My August Project … “A Flower a Day – Garden Portraits 2014″…

Day twenty-nine… on day 30th.

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Photography and words by Cicely Robin Laing © 2014

 

 

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Good morning sunshine…

Good night moonshine…

What happened to the time in between?

Good day sweetheart…

Good evening you old fart…

What happened to my fine mien?

Forget it, I’m done…

Go ahead and just run…

Why am I feeling so green?

Good god, I feel ill…

Oh geez, I’m gonna to spill…

Did I miss some kind of vaccine?

My mind is dark blue…

I feel like an old shrew…

How could life get so mean?

Shake off that old funk…

Clear out that brain junk…

Can I please just start again clean?

Hello sunshine…

I want to feel fine…

Why am I so addicted to your coffee bean?

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Mornings can get so very muddled…

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But I have no such excuse… Today is my catch up day… so here is the first one.

My August Project … “A Flower a Day – Garden Portraits 2014″…

Day twenty-eight… on day 30th.

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Photography and words by Cicely Robin Laing © 2014

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Some days are filled with sunshine…

Some days are filled with clouds…

When the rain falls like mist it hardly matters…

But the stormy torrent catches all attention…

For a flower, every change makes a difference…

The sky’s canvas is my banquet table…

My leaves uncurl and follow the sun…

I dig my roots down for last week’s moisture…

I let the wind carry my pollen away…

and I miss the bees and butterflies today…

Some look in my face and see beauty…

They pluck my friends a place them in a vase to die…

Others see I am just one part of a pattern…

Appreciated, pondered, a part of some big “why?”…

But I’m just a flower…

with a few patches of water…

because it rained today…

Tomorrow there may be sun…

Then I will work a little magic…

and soon my job will be done.

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Flowers have a lot to say…

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I had a break down of technology and self… so I am posting this one today… and three to catch up with tomorrow… It is almost time to pick a new project for September. The month will be crazy busy… so I may give myself permission to spread out my efforts and take it one day at a time…

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My August Project … “A Flower a Day – Garden Portraits 2014″…

Day twenty-seven…

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Photography and words by Cicely Robin Laing © 2014

 

Old Soldier….

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Thickened with age…

He stands with his face to the sun…

Remembering his friends who no longer visit…

Knowing soon his own duty will be done…

Quietly he waits…

for one last…

honor.

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Sometimes connections are made in odd places…

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My August Project … “A Flower a Day – Garden Portraits 2014″…

Day twenty-six…

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Photography and words by Cicely Robin Laing © 2014

 

 

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