Join in the fun over at dVerse Poet’s Pub, this was a very interesting, and as Brian Miller put it, “ethereal” experience. Here’s mine, rough draft:
A YELLOW TULIP
The lights streams through me
that white light of winter
on this warm ledge I am like a small sun
my yellow head heavy, lolling
as they each pass
at first a lover, then a brother
a mother and sister, no father I notice,
a nurse, a doctor, chrome on wheels
and tubing, all these needles
for the man beneath the sheet
he laughs at cards and green balloons, a genuine
laugh, shakes and holds hands
he flirts so they don’t notice the untouched plate
children come and weep and he hushes them
with pride, I saw it in his eyes there–pain–for them
he thanks the men in white, lifting and shifting
one afternoon he even whistled, flipping channels
the sun goes down and I curl up
leaning on the lip of porcelain
the register kicks in beneath me and hisses
and it is suddenly still in this place
still enough to notice the sound
of him weeping
12 thoughts on “A Yellow Tulip”
oh wow amy…you really capture what is going on through its eyes as it watches over the man a bit…i am glad he had people coming and going to see him…oy you pulled hard on my emotions there in the end as well…def you captured the essence of the otherness…
You have so brought this beautiful flower to life with every line. Commenting from dVerse.
Wow! This is awesome and beautiful. Well done, Amy Jo!
Oh…well that’s it the tears are falling, an amazing poem Amy Jo, I just want to hug that man…and I love yellow tulips.
Indeed a well crafted poem with strong emotions.
oh my… really well worked on the details here…the emotional up and down…people coming, going and the moment of weakness, witnessed only by that tulip…
This took my breath away. Wow. Amazing write.
Just under a year ago I could have been that man – except that you’re not allowed flowers in UK hospital wards any more because they’re unhygienic!! This is a really strong poem that plays the readers emotions beautifully.
I specially love the use of the small sun, passing people in the hospital, then the man, weeping at the end ~ Beautifully written, I am swept by the emotional depth of your words ~
From now on I’ll think of flowers as thoughtful observers watching me, and I’ll keep an eye out for yellow tulips. Wonderful poem.
Love your words of a tulips observation of life.
Such kind and perceptive empathy for such a small treasure. This is gorgeous and sad, which go together a little too easily for my taste.