They have kept me company,
when all the world went away
went on with it's all too busy day
With their heads peering into my solitude
poking around,
Opening up boxes, long ago packed,
their sunny-side-up golden faces
pulling at the ripcord
that tethered me to sadness
released the refreshing petals
of promise and pretty...
Simple, the strokes of genius,
gifted, the grand illusion
that all was well,
within it's proper place
and pointless, for me,
to question, what comfort gained
They have kept me calm,
when wind tore at my every wall
they, well rooted, held my ground,
in simplistic splendor...
my savior, serene
Sunflowers
Enjoyed it. Once I watched a sunflower plant grow at eight foot height. Seeing it covered with flowers was the pleasure I still retain in my heart.
sunflower looks at the sun and follow him with love - your poem releases solitude like refreshing petals of a sunflower
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is a long history...and a beautiful meaning to sunflowers... both speak of elegance in volumes of eloquence... much like your poem