by Eryk Wenziak
black tulips
the memories return
like they do every year at
this time black tulips
breaking through the cold
wet morning soil
fighting for the first rays
of a lonely sun
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Published by Thunderclap Press in their 2011 Poetry Month Chapbook under "April, 10th."
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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).