Peeking yellow, red
Tulips break the cold, dark, earth
Yet, still I shiver
Tired of winter
sniffling frozen noses
Grey, slow, roll of cloud
Yesterday, one ray
pierced straight through concrete path
I caught a glimpse: spring.
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Green. Green is lush, rich, rolling meadow morning softness. Green is enviro -friendly, future-oriented, the color of money, the color of life, of springtime, gems – emerald , malachite, jade.
Photo “Please don’t move” by Zespira L. on Flickr
But green is deep, sneaky, possessive, emerald powerful jealousy.
Green is the dark hate I feel for girls who get to wear short skirts without puffy ankles or knees.
Green is someone else getting the call, the moment, the power.
Green is the sickening despair of not being noticed, not being enough, not mattering.
Green is stronger, less forgiving then blue.
It cannot see its dewy deep beauty, which is too bad. Strong as it is, it could be so much stronger, if it could see.
Green. Green has so much.
SDSingleGirl‘s comment on my first photo post below reminded me that I’d actually been intending to say a bit more about tulips and my love for them. (Thought I’d post again in the spirit of transparency/not editing after the fact, and okay, so I could have an excuse to perfect my photoblogging and share more beautiful tulips with all of you. Read the rest of this entry »
