Geranium On Tulip Row

I cannot see the red inside,
Nor know how it is contained ---

Such fear erupts
When it leaks and flows
And my knowing gives
It away.

I cannot hold it in my hand
To soothe its fear untoward ---

I cannot read the suns command
Nor drop its lifes reward.

A tulip goes from green to red
And sunders life away ---

A vein expands and then contracts
To send hopes interplay.

I watch my hands that cup the air
As red shards fall, one by one ---

As the blooming geranium
Loses all its petals
Once its warmed by
The sun.

              -----

' The tulips are too red
 in the first place, they hurt me '

            -From ' Tulips ', by Sylvia Plath

Coming soon:  ' A Poetic Tribute To Sylvia Plath '