A Poem for Easter Sunday: ‘Tosspot Tulip’ by James A. Tweedie The Society April 21, 2019 Beauty, Culture, Poetry 7 Comments Tosspot tulip, withered, bowed and bent; __Severed stem embedded in a vase. __Natal bed a now-forsaken place. __Glory passed; its bloom and beauty spent. Birthed, bedecked, betrothed, by bulb and bee; __Leaf, to bud, to flower in rainbowed rows. __Fertile field from which each blossom rose __Now an empty, barren, earthen lea. Yet, within still-buried bulbs are found __Tulips waiting Easter-tide rebirth. __Life, thought dead, bestirs, enwombed by earth, __Pulsing sunward, shattering the ground. Busting forth in resurrection power; Beauty etched in each resplendent flower. James A. Tweedie is a recently retired pastor living in Long Beach, Washington. He likes to walk on the beach with his wife. He has written and self-published four novels and a collection of short stories. He has several hundred unpublished poems tucked away in drawers. Views expressed by individual poets and writers on this website and by commenters do not represent the views of the entire Society. The comments section on regular posts is meant to be a place for civil and fruitful discussion. Pseudonyms are discouraged. The individual poet or writer featured in a post has the ability to remove any or all comments by emailing submissions@ classicalpoets.org with the details and under the subject title “Remove Comment.” Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) 7 Responses Amy Foreman April 21, 2019 This is a gorgeous Easter sonnet, James! Reply E. V. April 21, 2019 Happy Easter, James, Amy and all SCP poets & readers celebrating today. A while ago, someone once noted that when SCP does time-specific poetry, the poems are sometimes of an inferior quality. NOT TODAY! (Perhaps it’s because the work wasn’t rushed; the quality of the verse is exceptional!) Great job. Also, did I read into the poem … or does the rebirth of the tulip represent something much deeper … like Christ’s resurrection? Reply James A. Tweedie April 21, 2019 E.V. This poem was written last winter as I reflected on a visit my wife and I made the previous spring to see the tulip fields in Skagit Valley, Washington, where 75% of the U.S. tulips are grown . I reflected on two images: The short life of a severed tulip in a vase and how dead and bare the tulip fields must look in mid-winter. I then considered the latent life hidden in the buried tulip bulbs and their anticipated “resurrection” to new and abundant life in the spring. The poem is not meant to be an analogy of Christ’s resurrection (Jesus was truly dead while a tulip bulb is not) but the allusion is intentional and, if you like, I suppose you could call it an allegory. (Note: Two of the posted pictures were taken during our visit to Skagit Valley). Let me add a “Happy Easter” for those of you who are celebrating today. Reply Joseph S. Salemi April 21, 2019 A very beautiful and moving Easter poem, Mr. Tweedie. And in absolutely perfect trochaic verse! The sextuple alliteration in line 5 is a tour de force. It’s this sort of unashamed use of the traditional tools of the poetic trade that will eventually bury modernism. Reply David Paul Behrens April 21, 2019 This poem is indeed as beautiful as any flower. Happy Easter! Reply Penny Manis April 22, 2019 Hi Jamie, The poem is lovely and is a beautiful tribute to rebirth…such as our own as we move through each day! Thanks for sharing! Big Sister Reply David Watt April 23, 2019 Hello James, I enjoyed the descriptive power of this lovely sonnet, and also your adherence to form throughout. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.