The petal curled tenderly around the strong arm of her lover.
The time had come to say goodbye.
Releasing her perfume, she knew the fragrant notes would guide her...
"Let go, let go, let go..." and she did.
Entering deeply into the soul of another.
Photo: The Amaryllis on my dining room table says goodbye. PERFUME one of my favorite books!
he fragrance always remains in the hand that gives the rose. - Heda Bejar
You are a most beautiful flower in my friendship garden.
Long live your beautiful kind soul!
Love you
Jeanne
Posted by: Jeanne | 13 January 2007 at 01:23 PM
Even in its demise, your amaryllis is beautiful....love the way you captured it.
Posted by: Anna | 13 January 2007 at 01:24 PM
the fragrance always remains in the hand that gives the rose. - Heda Bejar
You are a most beautiful flower in my friendship garden.
Long live your beautiful kind soul!
Love you
Jeanne
I forgot to put the t in the word the in previous post.
Love you
Posted by: Jeanne | 13 January 2007 at 01:25 PM
Oh C, and mine and mine. I picked the book up from the library a couple of years ago. I got home opened the book and did not put it down for the whole day! I finished the following afternoon.
I do hope the film does it justice. But it has Alan Rickman in it, so that will be good enought reason to watch it!
I do love you image of the flower....perfum in essence?
Posted by: herhimnbryn | 13 January 2007 at 01:26 PM
Beautifully written Corey!! Cheers!!
Posted by: patpaulk | 13 January 2007 at 01:56 PM
...and when she returns to her lonely bed, she weeps into a pillow that still carries his scent..
PERFUME..why have I not heard of this book before, and the movie stars Alan Rickman ??..be still my heart..I'm off to Amazon..!
Posted by: sheila | 13 January 2007 at 02:10 PM
I think there's some deep thoughts here -- about the beauty of a dying flower.
Posted by: Penny | 13 January 2007 at 02:27 PM
This was so heartbreakingly romantic.
Posted by: Shannon | 13 January 2007 at 02:37 PM
This is a lovely post Corey. I have never thought of a dying flower as beautiful but this post has changed that.
Posted by: Gardengirl | 13 January 2007 at 02:46 PM
Is that the book the film is made from?I really would like to see that xxx
Posted by: Kristy | 13 January 2007 at 02:46 PM
I'll be buying the book soon, through your link. Alan Rickman is in the movie--what else do you need, then?
Posted by: tut-tut | 13 January 2007 at 03:25 PM
Only you Ms. Corey could write poetry about a dying flower!
I love the scent of my parfum as I apply it...but of course French ..Annick Goutal. :)NG
Posted by: naturegirl | 13 January 2007 at 04:21 PM
Corey, only you could make the death of a flower so beautiful and romantic. Thank you for yet another gentle start to my day.
Posted by: annieelf | 13 January 2007 at 04:23 PM
What an emotional imagery, the passing of a beautiful amaryllis entering into the soul of another in pungent memory.
Posted by: cruststation | 13 January 2007 at 04:40 PM
Mother Nature, the originator of recycling. Nothing must go to waste, even the scent of a bygone petal.
The 'Telegraph' article was fascinating; the book, a bit too gruesome for my taste.
Your gently falling petals are echoed in the gently falling snow outside our windows this morning.
Posted by: Star | 13 January 2007 at 04:54 PM
delicious.
Posted by: [a}ma | 13 January 2007 at 04:58 PM
so beautiful.
Posted by: stephanie s | 13 January 2007 at 06:00 PM
I love the way you tie letting go with able to give freely.
Beautiful!
Posted by: Cat | 13 January 2007 at 06:24 PM
Elles sont très belles ...
Posted by: Passion Bleue | 13 January 2007 at 07:12 PM
Lovely image with your words.
Posted by: Paris Parfait | 13 January 2007 at 07:40 PM
I LOVE the subtle eroticism of this post!
The book is also one of my favorites...like your piece here, so memorable but not overpowering...like perfume should be :-)
Posted by: susan | 13 January 2007 at 07:56 PM
Thank you for visiting my blog and leaving such a lovely comment. Your blog is one of my favourites, and I enjoy visiting whenever I can.
Posted by: The French Nest | 13 January 2007 at 08:45 PM
Gorgeous photo Corey!
Posted by: aj | 13 January 2007 at 08:54 PM
This stop is always a nice part of starting my day. I could almost smell the flowers from the south of France to the south of the United States.
Isn't it a joy to capture something forever that will be gone forever very shortly?
Thanks, Corey, for visiting my site and for your kind words.
Pamela
Posted by: pamela | 13 January 2007 at 09:21 PM
Ah, if only letting go were that easy...
Posted by: Regina Clare Jane | 13 January 2007 at 10:02 PM
It is important to let go to enter into your lover's soul. Beautiful written.
Among my favorite books too. I guess it will take some time untill the movie comes up here though. Mafrie Antoinette came last week to the cinema.
Posted by: Britt-Arnhild | 13 January 2007 at 10:07 PM
I just love visiting ! You always have such wonderful photos and posts. You are also going to be having a visitor soon. Norm the Gnome will be heading your way soon from Autum's home. Have a great time with him!
Posted by: peggy | 13 January 2007 at 10:14 PM
Let go but don't forget me. I will return in another form.
xox
Posted by: Colette | 13 January 2007 at 10:24 PM
Somehow this reminds me of my grandparents...
oxox
:)
Posted by: Amber | 13 January 2007 at 10:50 PM
I think your posts are a perfume--the scent so redolent at first, dying down and then coming back in sweet wisps as memory brands...phenomenal...
Posted by: Novel Nymph | 14 January 2007 at 12:28 AM
Corey,
An Amaryllis trumpets it's farwell. showering the room with it's perfume.
Sensual scented
love's Succulent aroma
Seductive flower
rel
Posted by: rel | 14 January 2007 at 01:04 AM
Seeing as it is national de-lurking day or something, I thought I would comment on your beautiful, well written, inspiring blog.
You are one gifted woman, your writings and your visuals really provoke thought.
As for this plant, it, like everything else in our known universe is transitory. Hence, we must enjoy the MOMENTS.
Even lingering there every now and then.
Posted by: Blue The Spa Girl | 14 January 2007 at 01:40 AM
This brought a tear to my eye. Devastingly beautiful.
Posted by: Heather | 14 January 2007 at 02:13 AM
That is just beautiful....
Posted by: CathyC | 14 January 2007 at 02:37 AM
I finally got a chance to tuck away and read your blog...It is stunning. Your writing is, it is beyond wonderful.
Posted by: Vanessa | 14 January 2007 at 04:42 AM
'I have come here to uncover the giddiest heights this sorcereress of words can reach'
:)
Posted by: Anonymouse | 14 January 2007 at 08:48 AM
It's FLOWER power,
In the browser.
Petals fall in the bower.
The clock strikes in the tower.
It's "Happy Hour"...
Posted by: Anonymouse | 14 January 2007 at 08:55 AM
Emma was sitting at the dining table learning her Latin lesson. She always had difficulty to remember Latin verbs. She started to read loud:
"to love - amo, amas, amat, amamus, amatis, amant."
She closed her book and repeated:
"to love - amo, amas, am...at, am.."
She was stuck, she looked up and saw the dying flower on the table, she breathed and started again:
"to love - amaro,
amaryllis,..."
Posted by: Marie-Noëlle | 14 January 2007 at 07:56 PM
"Entering deeply into the soul of another." Beautiful!
ps: Perfume is definitely one of my favourite books too.
Posted by: simple me | 15 January 2007 at 12:52 AM
Beautiful.
Posted by: JHS | 15 January 2007 at 07:16 AM
I always feel so sad every time I have to remove my dead flowers. They give so much beauty and they make me so happy and then all of a sudden they are gone. If only they would last forever. If only we could all last forever.
Posted by: Anna | 15 January 2007 at 08:34 AM
This has the subtle eroticism of The Song of Songs...your words are a sweet song.
Posted by: Jenny | 16 January 2007 at 01:45 AM
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Posted by: perfume blue | 11 March 2007 at 04:51 PM