Labor as a Tulip

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.

7 comments on “Labor as a Tulip”

A gorgeous picture, Maverick! And the poem is truthful about laboring as a Tulip 🙂

Maverick ~ on May 1, 2018 at 5:45 pm said:

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.

A labor of love ~ words and the photos.

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