sea of sunflowers
I look across a sea of
sunflowers
in an open, sun-dipped field.
Where the honey-soaked petals glow
like untouched gold
and every leaf is emerald-spun.
And the summer-sweet potential
amongst each of the towering --unreachable--
hand-picked flowers
has me feeling smaller than ever .
For to leave me abandoned
in a faultless sunset meadow
- - I don't belong - -
is to leave me examining the
star-dropped beauty of every
sunflower
while I forget myself.
For how can I compare to something so perfect as the sunflowers I'm drowning in?
What a sunflower has
A sunflower
is a flower
it has petals
like a flower
it has color
like a flower
it needs sun
like a flower
But what it has
that no other flower has
is the energy
to stay happy
wherever they are
no matter how hard
they work
they try their best
with happiness.
So to whoever is listening,
Be like the sunflower.
The light of the world
the opposite of darkness.
Vincent
Melancholy Heart-
my love-
your mind troubles you so
but you swipe at the muttered curses,
the mumbling of your memories with hasty brushstrokes...
theskymovesinthenightandwhispersthesecretsoftheworld
Melancholy Heart-
my love-
you look through me more often
than you did before;
have I become your looking glass
or am I now the landscape?
thefieldsofwheatchatterinthewindanddancelikewavesofgold
Melancholy Heart-
my love-
you paint more out of fever than desire,
the hearth grows cold as your taper
melts
and forms moon puddles at your easel.
emptychurchwindowsreflectmyemptyeyes
Melancholy Heart-
my love-
butter yellow petals fall like tears
and you are finally at rest.
You left your paints out again my dear,
they've dried out...
dididoneenough?
Refined
Dear Diary,
I met a sunflower today,
So full of light.
Unsure of what to do,
On whether i believed in magic true,
I took it out and set out on a task,
Through a dark path with heavy gloom.
I sang a song in plea of a glow,
Just like a child, my tune so low.
And there came a change? a miracle?
Awakened i was, bright with no clue,
with my sunflower in my hands making me anew.
A confused flower
When do sunflowers ever get the sun right
If they're looking one way, dawn is the other
Brown mugs never quite facing the light.
They're less a pearl from Earth the Mother
And more a slightly gormless, tender bloom
Following the circle of life, from beauty to doom.
Never facing the expected direction,
As all things, riddled with imperfection.
Alan
His funeral was brightened by
A clergy's special gift
Flowers reaching to the sky
He handed parents this
Sunflower given just last year
In hopes of easing pain
The son they held so very dear
They would not see again
I watched and could not understand
The wrenching they did feel
Lovely flower, shaking hand
His death was just too real
I am his aunt his favorite
Sunflowers and good times
The booze he was not made for it
Alan crossing danger lines
I have sunflowers by the tree
Alan sees them there
They will keep reminding me
How much I truly care
Optimism of the Sun Shining Flower
The optimistic head sways high,
held up in a big bright blue sky.
It’s golden mane reflects the sun,
the middle shows of all its won.
The darkened kernels oh so many,
shine alike a golden penny.
A fuzzy stem holds up this bloom,
until the poor thing meets its doom.
Now you see its come to me,
for it has been plucked off with glee,
to ride behind my ear for now,
and later it will be set down.