by irishcatsmeow
I write stories about nasty sex. Sometimes I forget what tender and beautiful can be...Loved your poem
A flower among flowers that somehow desires to persevere to take her rightful place. Something very beautiful about this rendering. Rich images abound!
Remember the pink tulip,
long after her story is told.
She has hope, forbearance and pride;
yet, remains unaffected
by the sorrows of her youth;
the sting of rejection;
the shallowness of ignorance. -These last lines were excellent. The entire poems was, but what a great ending!
I love tulips.. so much more understated than most flowers. The poem does an admiraible job of reaching for that, but just misses by being a little preachy. (Just a tiny, tiny bit) It's still a lovely poem though.
I love tulips.. so much more understated than most flowers. The poem does an admiraible job of reaching for that, but just misses by being a little preachy. (Just a tiny, tiny bit) It's still a lovely poem though.
you had me almost feeling sad for the tulip, but why should I? she is a beauty, on her own, you portrayed this very well,
only thing I see, besides the semi-colons popping out, shouldnt "love struck" have a hyphen, perhaps?
At the same time, it was the "Invasion of the Semi-colons!". I found myself bouncing between two headsets... one was content with the Sunday School parable feel.... and one wanted to "hear" the poem from the flower.
A pleasant quandary.