The Intimate Intruder
Je suis tres intime
avec les fleurs
I am very intimate
with the flowers
and fear I am intruding
into their secret
world of silent sensuality
visited by bees and butterflies
and other tiny creatures
seduced by their siren song
of quiet sexuality
seductive to all
who pause to peek
inside their blooms
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July 26, 2013 at 11:37 AM
Thank you so much for your kindness. Will look at the link. I appreciate the follow!
July 26, 2013 at 8:01 PM
I’m overwhelmed because I feel about the same
July 26, 2013 at 12:01 PM
You know I had a flower photo show a few years ago with pictures such as the ones on the post and so many people told me they looked at flowers this way, too. Thanks for looking and reading. Warmly, Ellen
July 26, 2013 at 2:48 PM
Ellen, I think flowers have different personalities as I wrote in a former blog. I’m always impressed by their beauty and divinity. Have a nice week-end, greetings Mitza
July 27, 2013 at 5:03 AM
Thank you, Mitza. I agree. Yes, individual personalities and characters.
July 28, 2013 at 12:13 PM
Ellen, only people who are highly sensitive can feel this for others it’s just a flower. Regards Mitza
July 28, 2013 at 1:06 PM
How musically poetic. It takes my imagination by the hand and guides it through your eyes.
July 26, 2013 at 1:32 PM
Glad you enjoyed the ride, thanks for writing, Yisraela– Warmest regards, Ellen
July 26, 2013 at 2:46 PM
can you hear Georgia O’Keefe clapping and whistling?
July 26, 2013 at 4:21 PM
Hadn’t thought of her but of course. You know I think I got this right but I remember reading that she said she didn’t particularly like flowers but painted so many of them because they made good models and were readily available to sit.
July 26, 2013 at 7:55 PM
You have such a gift, Ellen! This is exquisitely beautiful, and intriguingly intimate.
July 26, 2013 at 8:08 PM
Thank you so much, Bennetta!! You are so kind. My words I ask God to give me and He makes the pictures.
July 26, 2013 at 8:16 PM
Ahh, so we have something in common, as poets!
July 26, 2013 at 8:17 PM
Fascinating, bees and butterflies, etc. go to flowers for food, however, by doing so they pollinate and so it is a form of sexuality but not an intended one by the one’s wanting food.
July 28, 2013 at 12:20 PM
True. But flowers seem to have their sexuality, intentional or not, on display.
July 28, 2013 at 3:34 PM
@”Je suis tres intime avec les fleurs…” – magnifique… Do you speak French?… I do agree with you about flowers’ intimacy… 🙂 Warm greetings from Toulouse, France and tons of inspiration! My very best, Mélanie
August 3, 2013 at 2:46 AM
Thank you so very much for your comment and for stopping by my blog. Wishing you warm greetings and inspirations, too, from the U.S. I should be fluent in French, learned in grammar school but alas, am not. All confused with Italian and Spanish.
August 3, 2013 at 11:16 AM