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Photographs have a voice;
Some speak only in whispers.
Some talk in riddles and mazes,
Twisting words with playful vigor.

Some caress the heart and mind,
With the smoothness of their beauty.
Emitting light and emotion,
For beholders to feel and see.

Others torment and horrify,
Encouraging intrigue, or repulsive rejection.
Impacting change or promoting darkness,
Mankind’s shared evil reflections.

They are living, breathing, halted time,
Moments captured and then released.
Singular in nature, paused forever,
Yet to them, they are eternity.

Their messages are remarkable,
Ever changing, through varied interpretations.
Immortal once unleashed and absorbed,
Painting permanence upon human imagination.

©E.D. Allee
September, 2014

Fading Golden Beauty

At the end of a bloom a flower is still beautiful to me. I see the history of its existence and the promise of its rebirth. Every beginning has its end and in nature this is evident in cycles of birth and decline. This flower is a beautiful golden color and I really enjoy the bright red accents on its petals. The center cone is inviting to the bees who can rest and enjoy the pollen as they contemplate their journey in this world 🙂 Namaste

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“The  artist belongs to his work, not the work to the artist.”

Novalis, (the pseudonym of Georg Philipp Friedrich Freiherr von Hardenberg), 1772 – 1801), German, poet, author, philosopher