Oh dear, I am sorry about this. I don’t really know where this came from today. I was in the mood for writing a bit of verse and just came up with the first couple of lines and, well, it kinda gathered pace from there.
Sorry, no accompanying picture to cheer things up either. I did have some beautiful dark velvety tulips last year, but the bulbs were severely trampled on by the man-fence men when they installed the man-fence a month or two ago, so I think I might be tulip-less this year…
Anyhoo…sorry again for this bit of quite depressing verse!!
Why?
They asked why
I chose black tulips for his grave
The petals
Unforgiving to the touch
with fragile strength
cloak a secret centre
Their elusive lustre
glimpsed for but a moment
then quelled in this perfidious place
How earnestly they droop their sombre heads
As lifeless they lie limp on burnished wood
And they asked why
I chose black tulips for his grave
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Aren’t black tulips really a deep, deep purple? So mysterious and sacred and royal and all…
Yes, I think they are really, I love ’em and hope they’ll show their faces in my garden again next year!
I think you should remove the apology and just post the poem as is.
Thank you, but life can be depressing enough without me making it worse!! Hope you’re having a good day 😀
I understand 🙂 though some sad poems don’t make me feel worse, just less alone. Take care 🙂
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