Archive for the ‘Rose’ Category
A Rose By Any Other Name . . . — Photo-Artistry by kenne
“O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?
Deny thy father and refuse thy name;
Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
And I’ll no longer be a Capulet…
‘Tis but thy name that is my enemy;
Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.
What’s Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O, be some other name!
What’s in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet;
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call’d,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,
And for that name which is no part of thee
Take all myself.”
— from Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare
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A White Rose To Joy On Our Anniversary — Photo-Artistry by kenne
The White Rose
The red rose whispers of passion,
And the white rose breathes of love;
O, the red rose is a falcon,
And the white rose is a dove.
But I send you a cream-white rosebud
With a flush on its petal tips;
For the love that is purest and sweetest
Has a kiss of desire on the lips.
— John Boyle O’Reilly
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White Rose Photo-Artistry by kenne
“One eye sees, the other feels.”
― Paul Klee
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Balboa Park Rose Garden — Images by kenne
(Click on any of the images for larger view in a slideshow format.)
I am a lake, my poem is an empty boat,
and my life is the breeze that blows
through the whole scene
stirring everything it touches —
the surface of the water, the limp sail,
even the heavy, leafy trees along the shore.
— from “My Life” by Billy Collins
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A Single Rose — Image by kenne
A single rose can be my garden… a single friend, my world.
— Leo Buscaglia
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Jill’s Roses (May 20, 2017) Images by kenne
Jill’s Kingwood roses
Somewhere on Aspen Pass Drive
Bedded in mulch.
— kenne
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Roses in Tucson Garden — Images by kenne
Nobody knows this little Rose—
It might a pilgrim be
Did I not take it from the ways
And lift it up to thee.
Only a Bee will miss it—
Only a Butterfly,
Hastening from far journey—
On its breast to lie—
Only a Bird will wonder—
Only a Breeze will sigh—
Ah Little Rose—how easy
For such as thee to die!
— Emily Dickinson
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Rose — Computer art by kenne
Beautiful shades of pink
soft petals opening
curling at the edges
forming a sultry pout.
Powerful.
Outstanding.
Unique.
Talented.
— kenne
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