Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Sunday, March 31, 2013

Red Tulips

art by Baslee Troutman

Before you died,
you planted red tulips in the front yard
You never asked us first if we wanted red tulips
but I didn’t mind because they were beautiful

After you died,
the tulips still bloomed each spring,
pushing up through the snow and hard earth,
rising from the dead
It seemed to me somehow metaphorical
Spiritually significant

Then the rabbits ate the red petals,
leaving only headless stick-like green bodies
and the voles and squirrels ate the wintering bulbs 

Now we have no tulips
I’m not sure what the metaphor is supposed to be
but I see you looking down,
shaking your head,


Brian Miller said...

hahaha....cool poem...and funny situation...i dunno...maybe it was to give but a glimpse of beauty so you can find it yourself...

Kerry O'Connor said...

I'm not sure what the metaphor is meant to be...
I love that line. It speaks to the way we look for signs, reasons and comfort after a loss, and how there really aren't any. Just the good memories, which is why we miss them.

Grace said...

Not sure what it means too but at least you and he can laugh about it ~ Smiles ~

Mama Zen said...

Just brilliant.

Kay L. Davies said...

Sad and funny and sweet and all good things.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I love this, especially the idea of her looking down and laughing!

Fireblossom said...

What a weird and perfect ending.

Susie Clevenger said...

There is joy, sadness, and humor packed into this poem. Love it!

Margaret said...

I love the intimate, confiding tone here and the honesty. Really like it a lot.