My soul is a sunflower. [Poem]

My soul is a sunflower
blossoming yellow petals
and bittersweet seeds
that crackle under the tongue
or the heat of the sun,
its withering leaves brushing together mindlessly,
like lost memories.

My body is a green stem
that holds my sunflower soul
skyward
despite the presence of birds and the danger of breezes
that might pull loose some crackly seeds at any moment,
casting them to the dirt below.

maybe to grow
maybe to grow

maybe to rest for a time in my hollow shadows
we may never know

but maybe to grow

Photo by Sean Quillen on Unsplash


This week, Eugi asks us to respond to the following prompt:

“petals

tree tokens

fine art”

‘The soul has words as petals’ – Edmond Jabes

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