jornales

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.

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March 9, 2011 - Posted by | free verse, poetry | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

7 Comments »

  1. rain like baby hair…nice…the tilting sunflowers the sun has blinded…perhaps they see what we cant what is to come…nce one shot

    Comment by brian | March 9, 2011 | Reply

    • Thanks, Brian! And thank you for ‘baby hair’…your actaully didn’t note it but I caught it. It was past midnight by the time I wrote the last line. Thanks again!

      Comment by alee9 | March 9, 2011 | Reply

  2. I discovered your blog site on google and checked out a few of your earlier posts. Continue to keep up the work. I just added your RSS feed to my MSN News Reader. looking forward to reading more from you later on!

    Comment by hitch mount bike rack | March 9, 2011 | Reply

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

    Half way through I thought your poem was going to enter a great depth of melancholy, which then turned into a line like “She laughs splaying her arms over the tilting sunflowers” Excellent.

    Comment by dustus | March 9, 2011 | Reply

    • Thanks, Adam! I felt I had to escape from the depths this time.

      Comment by alee9 | March 9, 2011 | Reply

  4. Lovely… I felt your emotions and the rain as well.

    Comment by wolfsrosebud | March 10, 2011 | Reply

    • Thank you for letting me know my poem touched you!

      Comment by alee9 | March 10, 2011 | Reply


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