Sunday, 18 April 2010

More tulips


flat, bright
evenness of colour, 

flowers in 
a child's painting,

some deep
craving for simplicity.

In dying, of course, their appeal transmutes into something quite different, subtle and harrowing, as beautifully illustrated here and here and here.


marja-leena said...

Love your poem, Jean, and how I agree with the simplicity! Yet when one looks very closely, these flowers are amazingly complex, as you witnessed in my photos to which you linked to so kindly, thanks so much!

Jan said...

I love it. I'm getting where the beauty of close-up reveals all the beauty in flowers that usually goes unnoticed.