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Thursday, October 07, 2010

Sunflower daydream

I teeter
with this squirrel,
tiny toes dug in
a greening droop

We pick and sniff,
and choosy choose
which seeds to savor,
which let slip

On soil, they sweeten
while we float
aloof inside
a big black eye

4 comments:

human being said...

ah... this seed is so sweet too!
:)
really loved the way you gave depth to a seemingly little incident... taking yourself... and then the readers (thus the whole universe)into that microcosm!

the ending is terrific!

floating aloof inside a big black eye
inside a big black i

:)

this is our world... perhaps the slipped seeds may change it into a new thing...

Eileen T O'Neill ..... said...

Francis,
I really liked this for the imagery your words evoked.

Sunflowers so sweet, but so sad once they start to wither.....
Eileen

Unknown said...

your use of imagery leaves me speechless!

yes, you are right, I was looking for ur poems in the wrong place. thanks for correcting me.

and do drop by...

Francis Scudellari said...

@hb Yes, nothing goes to waste here... what's discarded is soon transformed :).

@Eileen Their fleeting beauty is what makes them so special.

@Smita I'm glad you found the right place :). I've just visited and left a comment.