Open Letter To A Sun
You were so willing
to shine like hell
to use me up like gravity
to be the sun
that pulled my face to follow it
twisting, beaming while parching
then gone into darkness.
the bitterness of baked sunflowers
in a land of drought.
Now I'm hardpan clay--
I miss the dance.
55 drooping petals for the g-man
for Kerry's Wednesday Challenge at real toads
an Open Letter of sorts
Found this clip of an old album which has some ...interesting music and poetry reading, including Swinbourne and a poem of William Blake's called Ah Sunflower, which starts at 2:01--caveat, this is not for everybody and contains adult material, as well as a lot of off-key notes,so if you go straight to 2:01, you'll miss everything but the silly version of the poem(though I like the songs before and after a lot, personally:
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Bottom image: Still Life with Four Sunflowers, Vincent Van Gogh, 1887
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