TulipsA Poem by LightIt's about tulips, duhTulips (2009) My mother’s sweet serenade Sounded like the wind. Like a Siren’s song That was softly sung, Flowing from her 2 lips; Which my father ripped off And violently dropped and Softly fluttered to the ground; Whispering on its way down: “I love you. I love you not” My mother never spoke again. She was 17 and I was 2 then; Alone and left to make sense Of my mother’s eccentric message That I heard blooming in tulips. So everyday I would go and pick But never heard anything more than “She loves me. She loves me not” Thoughts of being alone Echoed in my subconscious As I searched for flowers And found comfort in fields Covered with blades of grass And those thorny roses that Always seem to prick your hand; Wondering how many scars I needed To become a man. It made me wonder about my dad; Did he ever roam fields of grass Ripping petals in half and shout: “She loves me! She loves me not!” Or did my father only seek Tulips that couldn’t speak; The one’s that bloomed In absence from the Sun? Did my father always run? Run from field to field And pick apart flowers; Never taking the time to Just listen to them talk And learn their sweet song Because he ripped their lips off. Leaving me to stand in the garden Trying to sew petals and leaves. Gathering roses together and Coaxing flowers to sing So I can hear my mother’s song And one day listen to my wife talk As she sweetly says: “I love you. I love you, a lot.” © 2010 LightReviews
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12 Reviews Added on October 27, 2010 Last Updated on October 30, 2010 AuthorLightLos Angeles, CAAboutMy thoughts, my ideas and perception; this is all I am. I try to reflect those things in my writings. enjoy it or don't, but i sincerely hope you do. -light- more..Writing
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