Iris

VJflowers, photography, poetry#FOTD, flowers, haiku, iris, photo16 Comments

With heavenly reach,
royal tones unfold, open –
floral poetry.

(For Cee’s Flower of the Day)

16 thoughts on “Iris”

Fleur McMorrow says:

July 24, 2019 at 6:23 pm

Lovely, incandescent perhaps 🙂

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  July 24, 2019 at 7:21 pm
  
  Thanks!
  
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  1. Fleur McMorrow says:
    
    July 24, 2019 at 8:24 pm
    
    Most welcome ❤
    
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Keith says:

July 19, 2019 at 1:55 pm

It looks rather regal in its purple.

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  July 19, 2019 at 1:58 pm
  
  Thanks, Keith. I thought so.
  
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Cee Neuner says:

July 19, 2019 at 11:36 am

Beautiful photo. 😀

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  July 19, 2019 at 1:55 pm
  
  Thanks Cee
  
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Hammad Rais says:

July 19, 2019 at 10:35 am

So gorgeous 🙂

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  July 19, 2019 at 1:47 pm
  
  Thank you!
  
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Aletta - nowathome says:

July 19, 2019 at 10:08 am

Beautiful!

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  July 19, 2019 at 1:47 pm
  
  Thank you!
  
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awisewomansjourney says:

July 19, 2019 at 7:17 am

So lovely! I love “floral poetry!” ❤

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  July 19, 2019 at 9:53 am
  
  Thank you!
  
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The Alchemist says:

July 19, 2019 at 6:56 am

Beautiful words for such a delicate bloom!

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michnavs says:

July 19, 2019 at 6:45 am

Ahhh so beautiful VJ..just beautiful..

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  July 19, 2019 at 9:53 am
  
  Thanks 😘
  
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