The tulips make me want to paint,
Something about the way they drop
Their petals on the tabletop
And do not wilt so much as faint,
Something about their burnt-out hearts,
Something about their pallid stems
Wearing decay like diadems,
Parading ﬁnishes like starts,
Something about the way they twist
As if to catch the last applause,
And drink the moment through long straws,
And how, tomorrow, they’ll be missed.
The way they’re somehow getting clearer,
The tulips make me want to see—
The tulips make the other me
(The backwards one who’s in the mirror,
The one who can’t tell left from right),
Glance now over the wrong shoulder
To watch them get a little older
And give themselves up to the light.
If you put flowers on the table, I will investigate. It's my job. ~Regan.
I wish you all a very happy weekend. If you've been following the sporadic posts, you've gleaned a bit of upheaval in our lives. We are still blessed. God has rained down blessings in the last 24 hours that blow my mind. My praises for Him are great and His timing is perfect. Thank you all for the concern and the woods of hope. You've made my day!
Tulips - Wal-Mart
Candleholders - Pottery Barn
Vase/Jug - One Kings' Lane
Cat - ruler of the castle
“For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, says the Lord, thoughts of peace and not of evil, to give you a future and a hope.” Jeremiah 29:11