black tulips

Eryk, I loved this haunting and lyrical poem the first time I read it at Thunderclap and now here too. The pared down prose, imagery, and relatable construct are all hypnotic. Well done! Fave.

So much said in so few words *

Agree with the comments above. I remember looking for black tulips in the spring at the front of our house in Minnesota. Often there was one and only one. I got the idea from that that they are rare.

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Thank you, everyone, for reading my piece. It is much appreciated. And Jack: I've yet to see one!

coolness

I love the black tulips, the coldness expressed.

Crisp image, the black against the the morning.

Black tulips being born is an amazing image. I read this poem in the chapbook (isn't it a gorgeous chap?) This is a very fine poem.
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Also wanted to add that your lines stand on their own, which is so key to poems. A lot of poets don't get that it's "all in the line" and then it all has to come together. At least that's how I understand poetry, even abstract has to hold its line.

Besides the sentiments already expressed here, I have to say I like the enjambment on this one. Well done.

Makes me slows down and admire. *

I mean "slow down." Don't know where that "s" came from (besides my keyboard).