Comments on: Invitation to Poetry: Requiem for a Sunflower

By: A Hymn Fills the World | Abbey of the Arts

A Hymn Fills the World | Abbey of the Arts — Fri, 28 Sep 2007 16:30:23 +0000

[...] you to everyone who participated in this week’s Poetry Party. I am deeply grateful for all of your beautiful and thoughtful words. Make sure to click over [...]

By: Kathy Flugel Stone

Kathy Flugel Stone — Thu, 27 Sep 2007 22:54:46 +0000

Surrender

Walk to the edge of all you love,
leap into the abyss
with outstretched arms.
The night enfolds you,
taking you back as seed.
Your own arms
encircle you
with glossy
stems and leaves;
Your own legs and feet
send forth roots
into the dark earth.
Your own heart’s bud
breaks open.
You are
the blossom.
You are
the dizzying fall of petals,
raining back down
upon the earth,
leaping and risking
once again,
letting go of
fragile beauty.
This is the secret of your life:
You are here to be fruit and seed.

~Kathy Flugel Stone

By: lucy

lucy — Thu, 27 Sep 2007 17:58:03 +0000

Regeneration

tears weeping
shoulders stooping
time to sleep
time to rest

shedding the shouldered burden
fading into compost
feeding the garden of life
regeneration & rejuvenation

weeping
stooping
melting
resting

tired of holding face to sun
departing for a season
may others carry brightness now
regeneration & rejuvenation

By: Leah

Leah — Thu, 27 Sep 2007 04:07:58 +0000

here’s mine:

http://thisfarbyfaith.blogspot.com/2007/09/sunflower-requiem.html

Christine, thanks so very, very much once again!

By: Carmen Smith

Carmen Smith — Wed, 26 Sep 2007 20:52:27 +0000

Wirling
The winds blow through the trees
The sun warms the leaves
The smell of autumn fills the air

I want to sit in the hammock
Absorb the last vestiges of Indian Summer
Duty to others calls
What season puts duty to self first?

By: Poetry arrived in search of me | Abbey of the Arts

Poetry arrived in search of me | Abbey of the Arts — Wed, 26 Sep 2007 03:56:30 +0000

[...] go in search of poetry, just scroll down to the next post or click here to see this week’s Invitation to Poetry, and lett your heart break [...]

By: Kievas Fargo

Kievas Fargo — Wed, 26 Sep 2007 02:28:26 +0000

I explained why I wrote what I wrote at my blog.

The Death of Hope
A time, an eon: long ago you shone
As if the sun in glory bright and fair
Had from the grasp of sky become undone.
And those that passed you by still stopped to stare

At beauty never seen upon this earth.
But now, your body torn and wracked with pain
Lies still and cold. Where once was joy and mirth
Now just a shell, devoid of hope, remains.

Hope is dead, and soon will be interred
In winter’s chill embrace. And so the end
Of time begins. But yet a seed, a glimpse, a word
Remains. If only light would shine to send

A ray of hope beyond the grave. And then
I wonder…will you really rise again?

By: Carla Sanders

Carla Sanders — Wed, 26 Sep 2007 01:34:53 +0000

Tomatoes race the frost to ripen
all at once

Please come to my tomato party
Bring mayo

And lots of friends with bacon and bread
BLTs

By: Requiem for a sunflower | Anchors and Masts

Requiem for a sunflower | Anchors and Masts — Tue, 25 Sep 2007 22:07:55 +0000

[...] My contribution to Christine’s Invitation to Poetry. [...]

By: Tess

Tess — Tue, 25 Sep 2007 21:58:58 +0000

Requiem for a sunflower

Child so proud, her own
small patch of garden.
Single seed planted,
watered painstakingly:
old rusty metal can.

Fat green shoot grows fast
like Jack’s rogue beanstalk.
Unfolding bud tracks the
arc of its inspiration,
daily journey, east to west.

Now full-blown head far
out of reach, tilted up
away, its golden mirror
hidden from eyes too near
the earth to see. Yet.

Child understands privacy,
ignores arms to lift her,
chair to stand on. Nor will
she try to bend the stalk:
flower cloistered in the sky.

Change creeps slowly. The
great head withers, stoops
to greet the child’s eyes which,
never having seen its fullness,
see only beauty in its death.