Pushing Pennies Into Dirt

Original work unless otherwise noted. -LC

[penniesinthedirt]

A cloaking veil of silence, grey,

In heavy haze, her ghost at play.

How densely does her visage cling,

Down to the core of everything.

-LC 08/26/25

[penniesinthedirt]

A season of sacred rebirths

Sweet Persephone awakens

Blooms etched deep into mortal flesh

Firm roots through time unshaken

A tulip cast at pulsing center

Soft petals heartward leans

Focused ever on its sun

Exchanging energy between

-LC. 4/20/25

Why a tulip?

They can thrive in challenging conditions and are known for their ability to grow toward the light—a phenomenon called phototropism.

Phototropism is the scientific term for how a plant responds to light. For tulips, this involves the cells on the shaded side of the stem elongating faster than those on the lit side. This uneven growth causes the stem to curve and lean toward the light source. If you’ve ever left a vase of tulips near a sunny window, you might have noticed them gradually stretching toward the sunlight as if reaching for warmth and energy.

The ability for tulips to move in response to light isn’t just for show—it’s a survival mechanism. By bending toward sunlight, tulips optimize the amount of light their leaves and petals receive, improving their chances of photosynthesis and overall growth. This movement ensures they can harness energy even in less-than-ideal lighting conditions. Whether in the wild or in a vase, their phototropic behavior is a testament to nature’s ingenuity.

Interestingly, the movement of tulips doesn’t stop when they’re cut and placed indoors. Unlike some flowers that quickly lose their vitality once picked, tulips continue to exhibit phototropism. This quirk makes having tulips in your home a dynamic and exciting experience. Over time, you’ll observe them subtly repositioning, almost as if they’re alive and aware of their environment—an enchanting example of their unique beauty.

The movement of tulips also plays a role in their aesthetic appeal as cut flowers. Florists often use their phototropic tendencies to create playful and natural-looking arrangements. By intentionally placing tulips at slightly different angles and knowing they’ll naturally shift toward light, designers achieve bouquets that appear fresh and dynamic. This is one of the lesser-known tulip facts but a favorite among those who work with flowers daily.

[penniesinthedirt]

‘Twas merry the heart which aside her stood

Tethered a pulse of true adulation.

Underneath the boughs of a mighty oakwood

I fell in with no want of salvation.

-LC 12/25/24

[penniesinthedirt]

I feel as though I can’t write to you.

I feel that I’ve been censored by her.

Why have you let this happen?

[penniesinthedirt]

[flowerytale]

Wendy Cope, "From June to December: Summer Villanelle"

[penniesinthedirt]

3/27/23

Who you’re with and what you do is none of my business. I’ve grown and healed. I no longer allow it to have any baring on my life. I just thought after everything with E, you would’ve had the growth within to want something different for yourself.

This is who you chose. This is who you picked instead of truly reaching out to me to give us a chance. This was what you thought was a healing path away from the last experience.

More than anything, it just makes me sad. Sad for you and for her.

I think the sentence “ it meets the needs” is possibly the saddest description of a relationship I’ve heard in quite some time. It sounds more like a review for a pair of running shoes than how I’d ever imagine someone describing a romantic connection with another individual.

You have repeatedly told me you prefer being a lone wolf, but it seems that you’ll go to extreme lengths to remain in what appear from the outside looking in to be unhealthy relationships. If you’d rather be alone, why do you settle for the type of things that go on?

Finally, what an utter slap in the face it is to know you chose mediocrity once again.

[penniesinthedirt]

[penniesinthedirt]

A bleary winter night begins,

Biting crisp against my skin

I wonder where you lay your head,

Whose bed your feet warm in.

-LC 12/22/22

[penniesinthedirt]

Futility of moaning bones, wail sharp against the night.

Lamenting shrills of fractured halves and covenants yet set right.

A wailer bound to her broken, birthed from such raw devilment.

This heartache malingers like a ghost, my phantom visitant.

-LC 10/27/22

[penniesinthedirt]

Desolate doth lay the ground, benumbed by barraging frigidity. How bitter bleak the night that falls, in its laden cumber shivery.

A flaring focus found within flickers hot in poetic rhythm. Dispatching words of warmth to swaddle round your bones frost ridden.

Tarry brave the chill, my darling. Let not its bite be thine cessation. Never a storm alone shall you weather. An oath of embers, forever emblazon.

-LC 2/18/21

[penniesinthedirt]

“A breathtaking woman with her eyes cast towards the magnificent horizon with mine ever fixed only upon her.” -LC

[penniesinthedirt]

[penniesinthedirt]

“Here cometh the night. May I dance with her in dreams. For with the Sun, our waltz be done. In the light, the truth she loves another reigns supreme. ” -LC

[penniesinthedirt]

“My heart forced my brain into a coma a very long time ago, so she’d know not what we do. Now as it breaks once more, I feel my brain is slowly coming to.”

-LC

[penniesinthedirt]

“How very sincere a heart, to feel selfish the existence of its own aching.”

-LC

[penniesinthedirt]

“To choose a mouth that bellows “fuck you” over one reciting Faulkner. I’ll never understand.

-LC