Labor as a Tulip
Karen Volkman
Labor as a tulip
arrays its flame, nu
form, as the bulb-star,
interred, divines its ore
surging the gulf
rooting it into
appalled memento
pulsing will.
Leaf-blades score the heap.
Other wounds—penetralia—
other worlds, cries, far.
Filaments, simples
emblazoning the rei,
rebus of grief.
Unslumbering terra
premising her kill.
A gorgeous picture, Maverick! And the poem is truthful about laboring as a Tulip 🙂
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Thanks Tiny, the poem’s a bit cryptic but I liked it too. 🙂
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I must say, I really love the tag “Lusty Month of May”. How fitting for these beautiful tulips.
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I don’t know if you paint but it would be a great title for a painting. 🙂
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I haven’t taken up painting yet, as I’m still focused on improving my drawing. I think “Lusty Month of May” would make a great title for many things, it’s perfect.
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A labor of love ~ words and the photos.
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Thanks 🙂
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