Fleur of Yesterday Quotes

“The carnation's flower's scent
is fragrant in the breeze.
It wakes me so I escape
the dark world of dreams.”
― Susan L. Marshall, Fleur of Yesterday

“You are very sane, Fleur,
in an unsettled world
that is trying to stop and rest.
Yesterday is yet to
catch up with the present.
It awaits a conclusion.”
― Susan L. Marshall, Fleur of Yesterday

“You are so warm, Fleur.
I can feel your heart beat.
It's like a million butterfly wings,
giving life to my fleeting soul.”
― Susan L. Marshall, Fleur of Yesterday

“My arms are light and free
and my body is outstretched,
kissing the blue streaks.
I can breathe freely here.
It is soothing this moment,
an elation I treasure.”
― Susan L. Marshall, Fleur of Yesterday

“You are my middle ground, canvas.
You may be blank, yet full of promise.
Maybe you can help me to see properly again.”
― Susan L. Marshall, Fleur of Yesterday

“There has to be something left, Fleur.
A petal, a carpel, anything that may
have propelled itself into that air.
Fought to breathe, to exist.”
― Susan L. Marshall, Fleur of Yesterday

“Growth and senescence exists within me.
Each dawn, I am rejuvenated with the sun's glow
and with a fresh, new clove scent.
A scent that helps keep us both alert.”
― Susan L. Marshall, Fleur of Yesterday

“This old memory of me is here,
a more recent memory may
be somewhere else.
You'll find me where you need to.
The stems will help guide you.”
― Susan L. Marshall, Fleur of Yesterday

“Can you see us, Celia?
More of us have risen from the grass
that your bare, searching feet have sunken into.
Steadfast and sturdy are we, Agapanthus africanus.”
― Susan L. Marshall, Fleur of Yesterday

“I am so distracted,
stuck somewhere between
the earth and sky,
unsure where to set my eyes.”
― Susan L. Marshall, Fleur of Yesterday

“The carnation's flower's scent
is fragrant in the breeze.
It wakes me so I escape
the dark world of dreams.”
― Susan L. Marshall, Fleur of Yesterday

“After a moment,
my breathing settles,
so does the breeze.
It is calm now,
still and silent.

The stems drop gently
over my head, face and arms.”
― Susan L. Marshall, Fleur of Yesterday

“For a moment I breathe softly,
my heart dancing in memories
of your gentle words and touch.”
― Susan L. Marshall, Fleur of Yesterday

“The autumn leaves remind me of my own faded memories.
The leaves hold their own precious stories,
which drift about in the wind,
finding a new place to settle
and continue to exist.

The bare branches of the elm tree
still stand tall and strong, like I do.
It is a reminder that life still continues
even during the most adverse times.

As I land gently on the grassy plain,
my attention is drawn to the sight of fallen autumn leaves,
floating across the steady stream of water.

Sherwin has presented me with
many of these beautiful leaves in the past.
They are symbols of our steadfast endurance as a couple
and bring warmth and joy to my heart.”
― Susan L. Marshall, Fleur of Yesterday

“Your memory will return when it’s ready.
I haven’t got much more energy, Fleur.
The wind is helping me to time travel
and be here with you this yesterday.”
― Susan L. Marshall, Fleur of Yesterday

“I’m sitting in the aftermath, Fleur,
still absorbing what happened.
I don’t know every detail, just some.”
― Susan L. Marshall, Fleur of Yesterday

“The dress I seek cannot be found.
It is tucked away deeply inside
the constant flickering shadows
of my very absent mind.”
― Susan L. Marshall, Fleur of Yesterday

“Distracted I was, by his dark eyes,
his promises that we would have time,
away from all this mayhem,
somewhere secluded and private.
A chance to be lost in each other.

Lured I was, into his desires.
Torn away from this gathering,
this precious, significant time.

Away from my duties for Fleur.”
― Susan L. Marshall, Fleur of Yesterday

“I was running, as fast as I could,
carrying you, Carnation,
shaking and scared ...

She was there, waiting for me.
Standing surrounded by a meadow of lavender,
her arms opened wide for me
to run into and cry and cry ...”
― Susan L. Marshall, Fleur of Yesterday

“Yes, I see it.
It is falling to the ground
Scarred with burn holes and marks,
yet still it floats.
It whispers gently in the wind like Fleur with all her hope.”
― Susan L. Marshall, Fleur of Yesterday

“Our hearts are real, Sherwin,
they continue to beat
even through buried time.”
― Susan L. Marshall, Fleur of Yesterday

“I know that face.
My heart is pounding,
flooding with a swarm of emotion.
A face with a scar across
his right cheek.
Battle scar, he calls it.

A face that lures me closer,
draws me into its dark pools
of mystery and danger.
A face I wish I'd never met.”
― Susan L. Marshall, Fleur of Yesterday

“Gusts of fiery winds blow,
blasting a furnace of heat.
The air rings with the shrill screams
of my beloved carnations.
Rising and falling,
they shed their flower heads
upon the worn,
foot trodden dirt.

Staring up, their heads smile sadly,
their petals shedding tears.
Rolling across the planks,
they reach out for me.

The carnation flower's scent
is fragrant in the breeze.
It wakes me so I escape
the dark world of dreams.”
― Susan L. Marshall, Fleur of Yesterday