Tulips

Tulips

The tulips make me want to paint,
Something about the way they drop
Their petals on the tabletop
And do not wilt so much as faint,

Something about their burnt-out hearts,
Something about their pallid stems
Wearing decay like diadems,
Parading ?nishes like starts,

Something about the way they twist
As if to catch the last applause,
And drink the moment through long straws,
And how, tomorrow, they'll be missed.

The way they're somehow getting clearer,
The tulips make me want to see-
The tulips make the other me
(The backwards one who's in the mirror,

The one who can't tell left from right),
Glance now over the wrong shoulder
To watch them get a little older
And give themselves up to the light.
BY A. E. STALLINGS

We had hoped to go hiking again today but the weather did not cooperate. It was suppose to be sunny like yesterday but it has been cloudy and cool . So I choose to blip some tulips that we picked up yesterday at Traders Joe. Their bright colors helps to brighten up the day and spirits.

Diane is taking a Chinese brush painting course on line. She can get critiques of work just as I can on blipfoto. But, their website does not work as well so we spent some time today figuring out how to scan and upload a recent painting. To see her practice painting click here