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One of my favorite flowers, the Tulip
Tulips
By A. E. Stallings
The tulips make me want to paint,
Something about the way they drop
Their petals on the tabletop
And do not wilt so much as faint,
Something about their burnt-out hearts,
Something about their pallid stems
Wearing decay like diadems,
Parading finishes like starts,
Something about the way they twist
As if to catch the last applause,
And drink the moment through long straws,
And how, tomorrow, theyll be missed.
The way theyre somehow getting clearer,
The tulips make me want to see
The tulips make the other me
(The backwards one whos in the mirror,
The one who cant tell left from right),
Glance now over the wrong shoulder
To watch them get a little older
And give themselves up to the light.
I took these photos over the weekend.
Tulips
By A. E. Stallings
The tulips make me want to paint,
Something about the way they drop
Their petals on the tabletop
And do not wilt so much as faint,
Something about their burnt-out hearts,
Something about their pallid stems
Wearing decay like diadems,
Parading finishes like starts,
Something about the way they twist
As if to catch the last applause,
And drink the moment through long straws,
And how, tomorrow, theyll be missed.
The way theyre somehow getting clearer,
The tulips make me want to see
The tulips make the other me
(The backwards one whos in the mirror,
The one who cant tell left from right),
Glance now over the wrong shoulder
To watch them get a little older
And give themselves up to the light.
I took these photos over the weekend.