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Friday, February 18, 2011

All Flesh is Grass

"All flesh is like grass and all its glory like the flower of grass. The grass withers, and the flower falls."

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This butterfly was supposed to be a very busy, happy and desirable one the next morning: To inhale the ardent aroma, to get in love and to murmur sweet nothings in the ears of the nubile flowers.

And to sow more colors of the rainbow in the wild.

It had a date the next morning.

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"The steed bit his master;
How came this to pass?
He heard the good pastor
Cry, “All flesh is grass”."
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19 comments:

  1. ReginaFebruary 18, 2011 at 12:02 PM

    Ah ha ha..I get mixed up in both worlds too (lol)..but glad you found your way out. This was both sassy and poetic- I enjoyed the photo too, but missed you:)

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  2. GeorgeFebruary 18, 2011 at 12:54 PM

    I enjoyed both your pictures and your poem

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  3. Ann, Chen Jie Xue 陈洁雪February 18, 2011 at 1:12 PM

    The first photo, is it a camera trick, It is actually a piece of folded paper? LOL

    You celebrate Chap Goh Mei and go under Penang bridge to pick up oranges?

    I had a shared makan last night, and we had plenty of food.

    I have been flapping my arms since I was a kid. Once at Pri 6, i didn't flap enough, I fell from a tree and twisted my ankle.

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  4. Regina February 18, 2011 at 2:42 PM

    These are amazing!
    Wonderful post.
    Happy weekend.

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  5. KirigalpoththaFebruary 18, 2011 at 5:04 PM

    Nice post Rain!

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  6. Dejemonos sorprenderFebruary 18, 2011 at 5:38 PM

    Hi.. very nice pictures.. the butterfly is rare.. and the colour of thr flower very pleasant..

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  7. eileeninmdFebruary 18, 2011 at 6:23 PM

    Lovely poem, Rainfield. The flower is one of my favorite colors and the butterfly is beautiful all perfect to go with your poem.

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  8. OneFebruary 18, 2011 at 6:37 PM

    Why did you pluck out the wing just to be poetic? Now, don't break my arm for simply accusing. :)

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  9. AnonymousFebruary 18, 2011 at 7:51 PM

    Beautiful flower, and wonderful words. I'm lost..

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  10. AnonymousFebruary 18, 2011 at 8:50 PM

    The butterfly left one side of its wing on the soil. Wonder what happened to the insect.

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  11. NaturegirlFebruary 18, 2011 at 10:26 PM

    Extremely thought provoking words and image of the fallen wing.Well done!

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  12. p3chandanFebruary 18, 2011 at 11:55 PM

    You got lots of stories to tell about your Cerok Tokun findings Rainfield!

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  13. wennFebruary 19, 2011 at 8:46 AM

    cute flower!

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  14. Rick (Ratty)February 19, 2011 at 12:14 PM

    A good peaceful post that makes me dream of nature.

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  15. AVCr8teurFebruary 20, 2011 at 3:34 AM

    Looks as if the butterfly shed it's evening clothing to go to work in the morning.

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  16. FriedaFebruary 20, 2011 at 6:00 PM

    That's a cute post to connect the two great pictures.

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  17. DIGITAL WORLD PAGES ARCHIVEFebruary 21, 2011 at 3:11 AM

    Hello!
    Very beautiful post!
    Beautiful photos!

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  18. Sharkbytes (TM)February 21, 2011 at 9:16 AM

    The little rhyme made me laugh out loud. First one of the day!

    My verification word is fryakete (hopefully that doesn't mean I'm supposed to have a tropical bird for dinner)

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  19. limFebruary 22, 2011 at 11:39 PM

    beauty flower

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