Detached

“Flowers are the music of the ground.  From earth’s lips spoken without sound.” — Edwin Curran

I snipped green stems

in angled lines,

renewing the vein,

a cut required for water,

a temporary reprieve

before the completion

of certain decay.

I photographed these

charming blooms,

profuse with color

and releasing the heady

aroma of florals,

but there is something

missing when the roots

are removed from soil, 

life detached, and I found

that no matter how I tried

to photograph the lovely

flowers, they just didn’t

have the same beauty-depth

as those thriving

in the rich humus

of earth.  

*A note about this experience: I was so excited to photograph such beautiful flowers without worrying about the movement of wind, the undulating shadows through the trees, the intrusion of a bee, but I found that without all of those necessary parts of the choral, there was only a lovely orchestra with no sound.

—C.L. Fisher, August 2020

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