willy loman’s last
grand gesture
a tulip
refuses to rage
or go gentle
blown out
blowsed up
blundering on
through
tenacity’s
funeral
no tears
no fear
all clear
silent growth
tender reach
purple hope
eating sunshine
like spun
cotton candy
harnessed
by beauty’s
last song
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A poem a day for 30 days, in honor of National Poetry Month.
This post is part of NaPoWriMo.
Also joining in with PAD (poem a day) over at Writer’s Digest.
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April 16th, 2014 at 8:41 am
My hometown has an annual Tulip Festival, harkening to its Dutch origins 400 years (not a typo) ago, so tulips hold a special place in my longish life. Now I have a friend’s poem that can too.
And our spun cotton candy (and more than a few tulips) is frozen today. Yours too?
April 16th, 2014 at 9:03 am
eating sunshine like spun cotton candy . . .
me too. me too.
April 16th, 2014 at 11:32 am
beautiful last 2 stanzas…eating sunshine like cotton candy…and harvesting the beauty…
April 17th, 2014 at 2:28 am
Ha, this made me smile.
Growing up in Holland and having hated the plasticky things from the moment I first noticed them, I had to smile at your gentle description. Mine couldn’t have been harsher.
April 18th, 2014 at 12:57 am
tender ~
April 18th, 2014 at 9:35 pm
I have a tender spot in my heart for this soliloquy and this seems perfect for it