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The sunflower
The sunflower:
A flower that is just glanced at
and never truly viewed,
not coveted by many
for I have no captivating perfume,
nor does my appearance inspire sonnets
or a fascination for my hues.
No, my beauty lies elsewhere,
it’s in the way I face the sun
and worship its rays,
how I stand tall and proud
amongst the weeds that would
choke and block my way.
I have no scent to speak of,
but where other
delicate aromatic flowers
would wilt and die, I thrive;
a harsh environment
does not spell my demise.
I am wild,
like the wind and the rain,
I grow where I please and
where I am pleased I stay,
and just when you think
I’ve died and gone away,
come the spring,
I grow strong and tall again.
I come in many varied forms
my colors all are warm,
I will put on a display
dressed in my best for “Ra”
as he warms my face.
I am a humble blossom to say the least,
but my secret is…
there is much I carry within.
I am proliferous;
my oil can be used in many ways,
all my colors can become
dies of multiple shades.
My canes help other flowers
for I’m strong and true,
my fruit feeds the fauna that brings
pleasure with their song to me and you.
I am a sunflower,
ignore me if you choose
when you come this way,
you will miss out on
much more than you know,
for you could not see
beyond my humble display.
Gypsy Red
Jan. 2012
A flower that is just glanced at
and never truly viewed,
not coveted by many
for I have no captivating perfume,
nor does my appearance inspire sonnets
or a fascination for my hues.
No, my beauty lies elsewhere,
it’s in the way I face the sun
and worship its rays,
how I stand tall and proud
amongst the weeds that would
choke and block my way.
I have no scent to speak of,
but where other
delicate aromatic flowers
would wilt and die, I thrive;
a harsh environment
does not spell my demise.
I am wild,
like the wind and the rain,
I grow where I please and
where I am pleased I stay,
and just when you think
I’ve died and gone away,
come the spring,
I grow strong and tall again.
I come in many varied forms
my colors all are warm,
I will put on a display
dressed in my best for “Ra”
as he warms my face.
I am a humble blossom to say the least,
but my secret is…
there is much I carry within.
I am proliferous;
my oil can be used in many ways,
all my colors can become
dies of multiple shades.
My canes help other flowers
for I’m strong and true,
my fruit feeds the fauna that brings
pleasure with their song to me and you.
I am a sunflower,
ignore me if you choose
when you come this way,
you will miss out on
much more than you know,
for you could not see
beyond my humble display.
Gypsy Red
Jan. 2012
Published 9th Jan 2012
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Anonymous
- Edited 14th May 2018 5:40pm
9th Jan 2012 2:24pm
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9th Jan 2012 2:40pm
This piece is very personal because I see myself very much like the sunflower. I am glad you enjoyed it,Thank you.
Gypsy red
Gypsy red
9th Jan 2012 3:00pm
I love nature poems ... by the way how could anyone ignore such a beautiful flower created by God ... Nicely done ...
9th Jan 2012 3:03pm
Well Thank you so much for the gracious comment Mr. Bruce. Yes, I have to agree that the beauty that nature offers have to just be admired.
Gypsy Red
Gypsy Red
9th Jan 2012 7:02pm
...are one of my favorite flowers. I think they are so beautiful and I absolutely LOVE your beautiful description of them. What a wonderful write!
9th Jan 2012 7:19pm
Thank you very much sweetness, I have grown and admired the sunflowers for a long time. I love them too.
Gypsy red
Gypsy red
Anonymous
- Edited 13th Sep 2018 9:35am
10th Jan 2012 7:43am
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10th Jan 2012 1:08pm
It is a very humble blossom with much to offer. thank you for stopping by to read my piece and comment.
Gypsy Red
Gypsy Red