after shedding the loam
from the bulbous roots, she places each one
on yesterdays' newspaper
counts ten tiny heart shaped trinkets
awaiting their new home
wintering soil will comfort them
till spring raises their bodies
a courtship of nature with nurture
her fingers are not green
tends the earth with a carefulness
so as not to bruise the precious parcels
rewards will come in April
when the thick glossy stems
will bend with the rains
and the bloodblack red cups
of ten tulips will encase
a bouquet of tired memories of November hands
In a list
A contest entry
- Bring me flowers... by Suzanne Dia.
5250 points, ended December 3, 2008, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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has been very long... but I am happy to be back and read a very beautiful piece... but my favorite lines are:
her fingers are not green
tends the earth with a carefulness
so as not to bruise the precious parcels...
keep the great work...
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Beautiful choice... 'bloodblack red cups of ten tulips'...
and may you so reap, from the activities of your tender listening hands. Bring on the 'newspapers of the future' and the richness of many pristine pages yet to be happily written upon.
Ahhh' ... hope all is at least this this well with you.
Sol
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These are the best kinds of flowers to receive, you know? They don't die in a vase, but grow and grow and they are so pretty and alive... Thank you, my Gilly.
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the perfect glimpse of November with bringing hope for warmer months to come.
such a tremendous use of imagery with this. (as if I'm surprised).
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A Glorious Love Shines Through Your Words!
Thanks for sharing, such a joy to stop in and see your muse at it again my friend. You're always a joy to read when my butt makes it over this way. Congrates to you, you're a talented soul.
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i love to garden. i don't necessarily have a green thumb, but i try. i think this is a poem that speaks of a gentle soul. Come spring, a beautiful backdrop for poetry...
love, lane
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you know this contest has brought a lot of great poems out, this being one of them keep it flowing and good luck in the contest, wonderfully done by the way
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ten bulbs, like fingers spread to hold day and night, dry air and rain, and maybe, fire. ten tiny fingers, a touching poem of creatiion like a mother knows. -silverfish [ps-we fish make good furtilizer, ya know ]
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this is so good Gillian, hope you are right about April
beautiful
al
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now that was beautiful! bravo hun. that made me smile n i could smell the beautiful flowers blooming in spring. to bad im the worst gardener lol I'v always wanted one. Anyway great write =] To bad you can only get 3 clappies >.<
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Like the comfort of a coal fire in the stove!
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Beautifully written...loved that you not only showed the final blooms you grew them from the first cede/seed of thought ... tentatively wondered whether tends could read aswell as tending...especially loved the courtship with nature and nuture...yes this is timeless poetry...yet it takes the reader to different times...the beauty of the beginning...the tender journey...the glorious culmination...
....Simply Devine Poetry...
....though not simple...
Kudos
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Oh Gill Tulips are my favoritest flowers and this poem is just beautiful...
Stunning with just the right tender words.
they really are a reward to see...
♥Becky♥
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beautiful, gilly...loved the tender loving care and the hope in this write...so much said here and it brought a smile to my face
love you, girl
~ Nicolette
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lovely story within this...especially how this takes the reader to
"a bouquet of tired memories of November hands"...love that...so beautiful, Gill
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I am so glad I clicked on this. have missed reading your words
Juls
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I loved the shadow of hope at the base of every bulb in this one...
the hint of struggle as well with the not so green thumb... lots underly this one
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Beautifully written Gil
I know the process and enjoy spring more than the processing.
Jim
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''wintering soil will comfort them
till spring raises their bodies''
sums up my love of winter
love this
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I hope they do, hon.
I've missed your poetry immensely, but it was worth the wait.
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thankyou K... i hope for new growth too.. yes!!
much hugs to you and all the girls as well
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wintering soil will comfort them
till spring raises their bodies
----> beautiful!
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thankie Esha
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