The temperature had dropped this morning and there was a cool breeze. I had not slept much and the vestiges of the migraine from the other night lingered on.
The tulips are too excitable, it is winter here. --- Sylvia Plath
Even through the gift paper, I could hear them breath. --- Sylvia Plath
Their redness talks to my wound, it corresponds.
They are subtle: they seem to float; though they weigh me down.
They are subtle: they seem to float; though they weigh me down.
Upsetting me with their sudden tongues and their color. --- Sylvia Plath
They concentrate my attention, that was happy
Playing and resting without committing itself. --- Sylvia Plath
And I am aware of my heart: it opens and closes
Its bowl of red blooms out of sheer love of me.
The water I taste is warm and salt, like the sea.
And comes from a country far away as health. --- Sylvia Plath
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Many thanks to Sylvia Plath's poem "Tulips" and for it being just the right work to strike my mind today
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NO THANKS to this formatting system that would not work and I had to change things over and over. If I click on one, why does it revert to another? Why does it change colour and font size on its own? Ugh.
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