for a moment of joy or moments no one pays for, i give myself a ‘jornal’. this makes me rich. try it.

Sunflowers (for One Shot Wednesday)

Field of sunnflowers courtesy of wikipedia

She folds her arms on the table
and turns a limp head to the window

the gray sky fills her sad eyes.
She crumples on her slack arms and sighs, what lonely weather.

Her head drops on sunflowers blooming
on the vinyl kitchen cloth; the blossoms blaze.

She looks back at the sky, eyes pooling tears.
I tell her, it’s only rain.

But I wail at the weeping sky:
Who is it that came snuffing out the sun?

It’s only rain, like baby hair.
How could it hurt?

Look how it falls, a touch. And watch how it splatters like sweet
crystals, scraping off grime that saddens the air.

The sky tautens soon like the skin of a man’s arm.
The woman laughs at the thought of a man’s arm

crooked around her, scented rain.
She laughs splaying her arms over the tilting sunflowers

the sun has blinded.
The gray sky sobs with the sun.

Posted for One Shot Wednesday at One Stop Poetry where poets and artists share their love for their art and nurture each other.


March 9, 2011 Posted by | free verse, poetry | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 7 Comments