TRIUMPH OF SPIRIT IN LOVE, NATURE & ART

The Stealth Kiss

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Unseen by a background of fellow flowers

 he rushed towards her purple petals

to plant the blossom of her bosom

with a kiss

when

blew a breeze

that steathily stole his kiss,

before she ever knew, sending it wafting

 above the treetops to the forever fields of lost loves.

This entry was posted on May 30, 2013 by . It was filed under Flowers, Macro Photography, Nature Photography, Poetry and was tagged with , , , , , , , , , , , .

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  1. Paul F. Lenzi

    simply beautiful – image and words – and the hourglass form is a marvel

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    May 30, 2013 at 12:44 PM

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    • stockdalewolfe

      Thank you, dear Paul! Your words are much appreciated. And I think I got the hourglass idea from you!

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      May 30, 2013 at 8:21 PM

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  2. 2embracethelight

    That is so beautiful Ellen
    Yisraela

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    May 30, 2013 at 5:02 PM

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    • stockdalewolfe

      Thank you! You are in my prayers because I think this must be a hard time right now.

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      May 30, 2013 at 6:08 PM

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  3. Genie

    I do believe there is a field of lost loves. Thanks for reminding me; I’ll tell friends who are upset about lost loves about this field – it’ll make them feel less alone.
    Really creative, Ellen.

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    May 30, 2013 at 10:05 PM

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    • stockdalewolfe

      Thanks so much, Genie. Yes, lost loves are like spirits– quite haunting.

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      May 31, 2013 at 2:00 PM

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  4. Caddo-Jael

    Oh my goodness, I love this so much!! Definitely my new fave, here–it’s like a one-act play; and I write equally as much on the theme of lost love, as Christian faith. Great work, Ellen–God bless you BIG–love, Caddo

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    May 31, 2013 at 2:01 AM

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  5. stockdalewolfe

    Thank you so very much, Caddo! You are so very kind. Will look forward to your writings on lost loves and search for them on your blog. God bless and light and love, Ellen xx

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    May 31, 2013 at 1:58 PM

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  6. arjun bagga

    It is only you who can weave a delicate and touching poem. The fields of lost love found themselves a voice.

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    June 5, 2013 at 3:29 PM

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