#poetry and peonies

[pastelsandpining]

poetry and peonies

Chapter two of my Cinderella-ish au is out! (I don’t know if I posted the other two here. embarrassing) Read it on AO3!

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The lantern by her desk is burning low. There’s hardly enough light to see the little pages in front of her anymore and she knows she should retire for the evening before Impa scolds her for her bedtime habits, but the mystery before her has a hold on her like no other. Just a few hours after dinner, Zelda had traversed back to the library. It’s not like her to be so forgetful, but her mind has been clouded as of late with her piling to-do list. She had forgotten a book during her earlier visit and was forced to return to the shelves a second time–and that was when her foot nudged something beneath the shelf. The library was empty, save for her, and so she had the freedom to crouch and see what it was. It would just be cruel to leave a fallen book behind like that, especially one that had been kicked aside to gather dust and never appear again. Except, where she’d expected a title to be, there was nothing. It was only a small, leather-bound journal, probably something personal. Hundreds of people went in and out of the library daily; there was no way for her to guess who it might’ve belonged to. She inspected the covers for a name, an engraved initial, any sort of hint, but…there was none. Clearly, whoever this belonged to had no intention of losing it. 

Her curiosity had gotten the best of her. There had to be a name somewhere, right? Surely a thumb through of the pages wouldn’t be too terrible of an idea. She would pay little attention to the contents, search only for a name–and, well, that was exactly the kind of plan that led her to where she is now. The author of the journal writes in graphite. It’s curious; anyone in the castle would have access to pens and ink, yet this author seems to prefer a pencil. Sketches line several of the pages, and Zelda thinks she recognizes plenty of their subjects. There’s Impa, and there’s her father, and one of the servers that brings her meal trays to her, and the armor of the knights, and the Hyrulean crest. There are several of her as well, and she can’t help but feel flattered. They’re detailed and well done. The owner of the journal must be some kind of artist at heart. Yet, what catches her eye the most isn’t the drawings. The pages are filled with poetry; original pieces of this person’s soul. They’re personal, and she knows she shouldn’t be reading them like this. If anyone were to ever read her own diary, Zelda knows she would feel incredibly violated–but that doesn’t stop her. Not when each title makes her breath catch and each stanza makes her cheeks flush. Continue on AO3

#zelink #oot zelink #oot au #cinderella au sort of #poetry and peonies #multichapter

[petaltexturedskies]

Mary Oliver, from "Peonies"

#typography #typographyedit #mary oliver #peonies #poetry #poetryedit

[wordedarchive]

i'll forever be a hopeless romantic. forever a word weaver and pinterest enthusiast. forever cotton candy skies and heart shaped utensils. forever hand written letters and cocoa delights. pinks, peonies and pies. forever a reader and always on the outlook for love on the sunny heights.

#word weaving #words #pinterest #handwritten #letters #heart shaped #peonies #pink #pies #reading #text #poetry #poetic #prose #coquette

[contremineur]

A peony is in bloom on your coffee cup lid since you raised it to your lips, lipstick pink. Our bodies bear witness to us having been loved: nobody is born alone, nobody is without blood.

Aliyah Begum, Blood-pink

from here

#aliyah begum #poetry #peonies #quote #lit

[sauleline2]

Maths, Gender, And a Number Bigger than the distance to Kepler 22-B

heads up this is loooong

so i was thinking about xenopronouns (pronouns which are impossible for humans to pronounce, mostly used by therians and otherkin. eg. a pronoun that is a lion's roar, bird chirp, or alien language, etc.) while trying to fall asleep. well, i thought, couldn't an example of a xenopronoun be a normal pronoun set, like she/her, but with a different coloured font? well. i got to thinking. how many colours are there? well it depends on what format you use. an RGB colour has 255 ✕ 255 ✕ 255 colours. that comes out to 16,581,375 different colours. HSV on the other hand, has 3,600,000 different colours (360 ✕ 100 ✕ 100). but why stop there? underlines! bold! italics! the possibilities are (almost) endless! (btw im gonna stick with the rgb colour list, because it's a bigger number and i, an idle game player, find that cool) well. im just going to stick with the stock word formatting options (bold, italics, underline, strikethrough, subscript, and superscript). all of these options can be toggled all together, with the exception of superscript and subscript. now. how do we calculate that? well we take how many options there are (8, not counting the subscript and superscript (we'll get to that)) and multiply that by our number of colours. this gives us 132,651,000. we quickly multiply that by 3, to get our full total formats. 397,953,000. now i could say something sappy about how there are infinite combinations of letters, to make infinite pronouns, but that's boring in my opinion. so. there are 149,186 unicode characters (in the current version). sure, not all of them can be made into bold, or some don't have italics. who cares? they still have the italics information. or the bold information. you get the point. well. we take our amount of format options, and multiply that by the amount of unicode characters. 59,369,016,258,000. fifty nine trillion, three hundred and sixty nine billion, sixteen million, two hundred and fifty eight thousand different combinations. now. to make these into pronoun sets. to make this easier for myself, im gonna cap the maximum length of one of these at 7 characters, and the minimum at 1 (invisible characters are cool, like U+2064 or U+2063, for example). each set will be in the format of "she/her/hers", so that means each of the sets will be between 3 and 21 characters long (forward slashes are excluded). i wasn't sure how to do this with a calculator, so i did it by hand. or at least, i was going to. then i realized "wait the way im doing this is shit, and i could very easily have calculated this like the way you calculate how many different states a combo lock has. 343 different combinations of characters. we multiply that by the amount of characters we have, and boom. the total amount of robot pronouns. 20,363,572,576,494,000. twenty quadrillion, three hundred and sixty three trillion, five hundred and seventy two billion, five hundred and seventy six million, four hundred and ninety four thousand. now. most of these will be unintelligible messes of characters in different colours.

i may as well repeat the final number that i got. 20,363,572,576,494,000. think about that. if you want to put that into perspective, there are approximately 100,000,000,000 stars in the milky way galaxy (at a lowball. it goes up to around 400,000,000,000). or, 3,154,000,000 seconds in a century. (im gonna put these numbers up next to each other at the end of this, under the cut, just to help you look at them.

(up to date (as of writing)) (most of these are approximates btw) (distances are in kilometres)

"Pronouns": 20,363,572,576,494,000 Kepler 22-B's Distance: 6,055,000,000,000,000 Distance of All Human Veins: 772,485,120,000,000 Cells in the Body: 30,000,000,000,000 Elon Musk's Net Worth: 205,200,000,000 Stars in the Milky Way: 100,000,000,000 Baby Shark's Views: 14,118,385,910 Earth's Population: 8,100,000,000 Seconds in a Century: 3,154,000,000 Listens my Friend has to Sum 41: 18,306

if this looks like shit... lmao? i guess. it was formatted for web view. idk how it looks on mobile, don't care to check. (Yes i did put elon musk there because i hate him and want to point out how fucking rich he is and i think that we should kill him) (yes i did put my friend's Sum 41 scrobbles there to make fun of him)

#peony says shit #people really says shit #196 #r/196 #/r/196 #rule #ruleposting #xenopronouns #robots #? #i guess #long post #i think #if i saw this i would put it in my “poetry?” folder #for context the Poetry? folder contains: #2 (? (i think)) sorting algorithm videos #how to give yourself a name the video (i can post it it's really good) #a song with some really impressive polyrhythms #and orteil's version of conway's game of life #stuff i want to look back on

[niilasnordenswan]

© Niilas Nordenswan Photography – Goodwill

#fine art photography #contemporaryphotography #artists on tumblr #black and white #niilas nordenswan #peonies #visual poetry #bnw photography #zen photography

[to-the-waterfalls-of-the-sun]

“…to be wild and perfect for a moment, before they are nothing forever.”

-Mary Oliver, Peonies

Small Bottle with Peonies and Blue Delphiniums, Vincent Van Gogh (1853-1890) Paris, June-July 1886

#poetry #favorite poets #quote #quotes #mary oliver #poem #vincent van gogh #art #art history #van gogh #historic art #peonies #flowers #being alive #paintings #famous artists #famous artworks

[hekced]

i love my peonies, man

at the apex of my heart nestled between my ventricles, there is a bed.

it is not an impressive bed. it is just a twin. but in that bed, at the apex of my heart,

i planted flowers. my peonies and your chrysanthemums.

#poetry #i hate writing #peonies go hard

[strigoita]

Peony

i like to think of you sometimes

and peony petals begin to flutter

below the skin of my cheeks

as i blush at the thought of your voice

breathy praise and your touch

so soft, as the very petals of the flower

#i wrote this today as i watched my peony bloom #and as i sat in silence #missing my bf and reminiscing #i can’t wait to see him and kiss him #in love #poetry #derealization #surrealism #aesthetic #escapism #love poem #poetic #sad poem #art #love #long distance relationship #peony #spring #spring flowers #bloom #i’m just a fool in love with you

[lunchboxpoems]

WEEDS AND PEONIES

Your peonies burst out, white as snow squalls, with red flecks at their shaggy centers in your border of prodigies by the porch. I carry one magnanimous blossom indoors and float it in a glass bowl, as you used to do.

Ordinary pleasures, contentment recollected, blow like snow into the abandoned garden, overcoming the daisies. Your blue coat vanishes down Pond Road into imagined snowflakes with Gus at your side, his great tail swinging,

but you will not reappear, tired and satisfied, and grief’s repeated particles suffuse the air like the dog yipping through the entire night, or the cat stretching awake, then curling as if to dream of her mother’s milky nipples.

A raccoon dislodged a geranium from its pot. Flowers, roots, and dirt lay upended in the back garden where lilies begin their daily excursions above stone walls in the season of old roses. I pace beside weeds

and snowy peonies, staring at Mount Kearsarge where you climbed wearing purple hiking boots. “Hurry back. Be careful, climbing down.” Your peonies lean their vast heads westward as if they might topple. Some topple.

DONALD HALL

#donald hall #poem #poetry #poetry month #spring poem #for jane kenyon #peonies

[noblesyan]

picked petals of peonies

With the Art of Flowers,

Fondness Grows

A Desire,

for to paint flows

To live in a Town,

Where Peonies Bloom.

To Flood a Sacrce of Gardens,

with Vibrant Petals

In a world to once be withered,

Bees come and mitter,

a save.

For the Fallen Petals,

I've ached.

#art #poetic #poetry #poet #flowers #garden #peonies #spilled thoughts #writer #writing #comfort #artwork #nature

[petaltexturedskies]

Do you love this world? Do you cherish your humble and silky life? Do you adore the green grass, with its terror beneath? Do you also hurry, half-dressed and barefoot, into the garden, and softly, and exclaiming of their dearness, fill your arms with the white and pink flowers, with their honeyed heaviness, their lush trembling, their eagerness to be wild and perfect for a moment, before they are nothing, forever?

Mary Oliver, Peonies

#mary oliver #poetry #poems #spring #peonies

[emilesmithrowes]

i need tattoos rn but i have no idea where near me is good and im broke...

#i need in this order a peony a paisley lines of poetry and maybe a cannon. if im feeling silly #i also fainted last time a needle came anywhere near me but thats a problem for another time #i think id be fine with a tattoo tho cause its not putting anything in or taking anything out which is what fucks with me

[awooterasu]

flowers are neat poetry inspiration, from the use of growth and various aspects of them for metaphors plus what you do to flowers being a good source of inspiration

it’s interesting how depending on the flowers, they can supplement, invert or bolster the meaning due to flower language

Yellow carnations express disappointment in someone else but when paired with purple hyacinths, the former’s meaning is inverted into “self-disappointment”, boosting the latter’s apology message

Blue hyacinths with white orchids, the former’s sincerity and loyalty message meshing latter’s peace and agreement message meld into a message for sincere amends to settle things

White tulips is another flower of apologies, able to be mixed with almost any other flowers, from peonies that mean shame because of a myth or irises for significant bonds of all sorts

Yes I am having a hyperfixaiton on this how can you tell

#flower language #purple hyacinth #yellow carnation #white tulip #blue hyacinth #pink orchid #white orchid #iris flower #peonies #poetry #inspiration #late night rambles

[chiconon]

oh, if only we could speak the language of flowers, perhaps we'd know why they bloom so beautifully despite the hardship. but what are we but flowers still, petals gleaming and senselessly dreaming?

#˚ʚ ꒰ done ♡ ꒱ #the link is to a site for flower language!! flowers featured r lilac goldenrod peony hydrangea and sweet william!! #all my fave flowers #also the quote is from my poetry fmhfjfhbdhhfhdhd #tenma tsukasa #kamishiro rui #rui kamishiro #tsukasa tenma #rui x tsukasa #tsukasa x rui #ruikasa

[in-styx]

Do you lie hungry, is it cold, how long has your mouth hung open salivating at the scent and the taste and never snapped shut on flesh?

Do you lie like a dog before that pile of flesh, holding back that chew of ambition, who's permission are you waiting for to allow yourself to bite? God? yourself? your mother, mary, everyone you've ever met who you were born from new and different?

Can you taste it, yet? is waiting something you can taste? does that want lie heavy on your tongue, thick and decadent like an expensive dessert, like a hand in your mouth offering food, like a hand that knows you'd never dare bite.

What is it that you're doing all this for, the pain in your jaw asks, your dry throat wonders, your teeth, clean and touch starved for blood beg. You don't know, you don't even know why you have teeth, really. Should creatures like you be permitted to bite?

#i dont proofread #poems on tumblr #peonies and poems #poetry #writing