If I knew that today would be the last time I’d see you, I would hug you tight and pray the Lord be the keeper of your soul. 118 more words
2 days, 3 hours
I draw flowers every day and send them to my friends so they get fresh blooms every morning.
Synkroniciti has quoted Hockney before here.
“When I was a girl,” she had once told a friend, “I was terribly sure trees and flowers were the same as birds or people. That they thought things, and talked among themselves. 51 more words
1 week, 1 day
I have lost my smile,
but don’t worry.
The dandelion has it.
―Thích Nhất Hạnh, Peace Is Every Step: The Path of Mindfulness in Everyday Life
1 week, 2 days
Others divided closets full of mother’s things.
From the earth, I took her poppies.
I wanted those fandango folds
of red and black chiffon she doted on, 126 more words
1 week, 3 days
“It is said there are flowers that bloom only once in a hundred years. Why should there not be some that bloom once in a thousand, in ten thousand years? 27 more words
1 week, 4 days
I stopped in front of a florist’s window. Behind me, the screeching and throbbing boulevard vanished. Gone, too, were the voices of newspaper vendors selling their daily poisoned flowers. 71 more words
1 week, 5 days