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June 5, 2016

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Tulip Torn

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The first petal falls
without a sound
on a day
like any other.
The whole ballet
trembles
in time
without a
single
misstep
bending
swaying
except for
the roots
the anchor,
that stretch
and hold firm.
Rain thunders
the next day,
leaving stems
naked.
Divas are shorn,
tulip-torn,
forlorn
until next spring,
when they are reborn.

Copyright 2016 Brenda Davis Harsham

Note: My hubby’s had his birthday (Happy Birthday if you’re reading!), and the whole house smells of cake, balloons and leftover dumplings and chicken with orange flavor. My memory frames and retains good moments, but I can’t help knowing that another petal has fallen.

31 thoughts on “Tulip Torn”

  1. Are the petals falling already?!! I like the way you’ve described the flowers as divas…I think they just might be…outdoing each other! 😉
    A house that SMELLS OF CAKE…..yay!!! 😀 My favourite kind of home!

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  3. So lovely! I’m planting a bunch of tulips this fall and I can’t wait. I found a great online site selling them and I’m so excited. I don’t know where to put them all, but I’ve got lots of time to figure it out. Great photo!

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    • Thanks! I love tulips. Thanks for all the likes. I tried to reply with thanks to a previous comment of yours on my dandelion post, but somehow I trashed it. I have no idea how. The mysteries of WP. Sorry about that, but I did appreciate it!

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