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Laura Stone keeps her eyes and heart open while walking and finds poetry along the way.
Recently I have been trying to take my phone with me on my daily walks with my dog, in case we see something beautiful, interesting, or inspiring.
My phone has a better camera than any camera I had when growing up, and I have become somewhat attached to capturing wildflowers and then writing a poem about the flower. I also look up the flower online, which sometimes takes a while (since searching for a pink puffy flower or a small daisy brings up a lot of choices, haha), and I try and learn a bit about each one.
So without further ado, I hope you enjoy these images and words.
Early in the morning
the ancient sons appear
stretching toward the day-star
caressing the cerulean welkin of hope.
flourish, charm the winds
with miniature pink,
amid the rubble neglected
in the old trailer park.
Oh for the agony of titles,
I believe you deserve so significantly greater
I would call you ~ 5 Hearts of Golden Delight,
only beloved hopeless romantics
are appeased as weeds.
Classic blushing flowerets
swaying abreast each wing
a ritornello of bees
to sing amidst your petals.
Words & Photos by Laura Stone
(admin. director of Straw Dog Writers Guild)