The Daisy follows soft the Sun- And when his golden walk is done- Sits shyly at his feet - He-waking-finds the flower there- Wherefore - Marauder - art thou here? Because, Sir, love is sweet! We are the Flower - Thou the Sun! Forgive us, if as days decline- We nearer steal to Thee! Enamored of the parting West- The peace - the flight - the Amethyst Nights possibilities Emily Dickinson #106 Description, I have been doing this project of creating art from Emily Dickinson poetry for over five years, I do not get paid, and I do not count how many I’ve done. More posts can be seen at Emilydickinsonillustrator.com and daisypoems.blogspot.com . I do it for pure enjoyment, not to check a poem off my list. I take my time with these poems and the reward is sweet. Each poem has their own providential surprise. For poem #106 I had just started a new job, I was out in my shed all day as a call center agent. The first two months of my job I held in my palm an amethyst crystal, t
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None who saw it ever told it ‘Tis as hid as Death Had for that specific treasure A departing breath- Surfaces may be invested Did the Diamond grow General as the Dandelion Would you serve it so? Description, I remember my photography professor, Kok Young, always saying, “You don’t need to go anywhere to do good art.” Inspiration and art is all around you if you seek it. The extraordinary is in the everyday, it just takes a closer look. When I open my studio doors, I can see a garbage can and weeds, or I can see a weed with its many complex and beautiful lines. It is just a matter of shifting your focus so you become always eternally grateful. “Serve“ the everyday with extreme observation and appreciation, and you will see an everyday weed turn into sparklers and fireworks, on the 4th of July, right before your very eyes. Everything and every moment is a “treasure” and should be treated so.