Tulips. According to Patch, pink tulips are a good flower choice for relationships when that aren’t quite at the passionate love stage yet. But Life123.com reports that a red tulip is a “declaration of love” and white ones signify “beautiful eyes.” Given these meanings, giving tulips for a loved one is never a bad idea, either.
Tag Archives: promoting yourself
There’s a grassy slope not far away
Where thousands of Narcissus bloom,
And I catch my breath, as I watch them sway
Tossing their sweet perfume.
Gaily they nod their dear little heads
And smilingly welcome me,
As they spring up fresh from their winter beds,
Eager for company.
Their round white faces fair and clean
Are purer than frost or snow,
And I thank the hands, tho’ now unseen;
That planted them, long ago.
-NORA MC FARLANE
Sometimes, the obvious is in front of you! I used a poem in my book above that may be a good addition, please consider:
Her arms waiting, warm inviting water, a floating dream of promise.
Transformed with the years of endless cycles,
Tides in and out, changing surface and angry motion.
You spin and twist, struggling to free yourself from the emotional undertow,
And then you glimpse a tranquil sea.
Other arms reach for you to tame the raging eddy.
Yet her cold tendrils still cling; her acrid, salty taste still coats your heart.
You live entangled.
(Excerpt from character, Lili’s, paranormal book)
From Chapter Twenty-Nine, SHADOWWATER by Wendy Shreve, Copyright March 2013
He did everything for me, my brother and sis
Just chatting and watching football is what I really miss
So many great things to get his kicks
Such a fun guy always taking the mick,
He built his business up from scratch
No other man could ever match
His passion for life and love for us,
The love for my mum was so so much
But the day I was told I found it tough
I’ll be gone soon pretty strong stuff,
Too much too young but that is life
I’ll miss you dad until the end of time
I am too close to the water’s edge
and I wait impatiently to slip in
Let the water pour in and fill every empty space within me.
Let me inhale the cold deep blue –
filling my lungs to their bursting capacity.
For I desire not to thrash and wail,
but to sink, heavy-weighted and
silent, to the sandy bottom.
Let me gracefully and languidly
find that desperate peace beneath
the dark depths, where no light dares penetrate.
Why long for such finality? Such conclusion?
There is a solemn quiet down below.
A silence that calms the worrying voice.
An end awaits, more grand than the one he refuses.
And I long to have it — that full stop.
When I am finished
and I nourish the sea,
return me to the heavens.
For the one I seek is not here.
And they told me so all along.
More latent than beaming in the wise
Much streaming in a disgiuse
Touch me and see me yearning to reach
Tease the romancing in my teaching
Loose is my dreaming of your sea
Luring and exhalting me to be
Kept deeming in the practice
Crafts me instilling purpose
Still reading the signs of your bread
Seasons obligating me to send and
Work me Learning to be bred
Ways so mature and instead
Of breaking me, you make me