Yellow Tulip

How hard it is

to be

the child

 

the yellow

tulip

in the field

 

when all

have wilted

and lay rot;

the one that

arches back

while the crickets

cry in marsh

 

to watch the  sun

give goodbye

kisses

to the pink blossoms

 

and

still

open its tired

dark

dark

center

 

burnt

from passion.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this reminds me of being a person who has seen so many friends pass on...they are burnt from and by the passion of life...and then we are the flower that is left to speak for them, to embrace the sun for them...

and we open our dark, weary center...because life really makes it a battle to survive, to not wilt..like the others--

strong write K.
loved it.

[...]

very interising . I love this melancholy from this yellow tulip . make me sleep and dream. very nice

[h d e rushin]

My tulips of three weeks ago, have gone back to bulb for the year. Nature knows and understands
the timing of all things distended - enlarged by internal pressure (passion I think you called it). And
because humans are too impatient to watch this "rot" we leave such matters to the crickets
and to sun kisses..

like jacob said,
strong write my friend.....dana

and thank you for that review.

[ChemicalMadness]

strong, K. strong.

CM......