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| The Sunday Muse |
In a field of sunflower dreams
sprinkle me with golden beams
summer is tilting further away
sleepy, head bowed, shall I pray
silently wilting in autumn's sun
harvesting seeds, my job is done
I know, I'll see you another day
sleepy, head bowed, shall I pray
save a packet of magical dreams
scatter me, splitting at the seams
remember the sun is a ray away
sleepy, head bowed, shall I pray
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I love the idea of a field of sunflower dreams. I was thinking this morning how sunflowers turn their heads up to the sun but, when skies are grey, they turn their faces to each other for support.............sort of like we humans, out in the streets striving for that better world we dream of.
ReplyDeleteSo true Sherry, each of connected...
DeleteYou just boosted my love for Sunflowers up a notch. I've always liked the, we had them in Nebraska too. And had more wild ones than planted.
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I don't see a lot of wild sunflowers here. I had to drive about an hour away to view a sunflower patch. It was gorgeous.
DeleteI love the repetition of the thought to pray, and the idea of spreading and planting dreams. So lovely Truedessa!!
ReplyDeleteThank you Carrie, I believe we need to plant and spread dreams of hope.
DeleteYour form like the cycle of seasons themselves. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThanks qbit!
DeleteBeautiful--the repetition and the query make this a lovely twilight poem. And those dreaming seeds--I think our brains were on similar trails. :)
ReplyDeleteHi, thanks for hosting and yes, I think there was a bit of synchronicity.
DeleteBeautiful.
ReplyDeleteThank you!
DeleteThe sleepy rhythm and repetition of this work their way into the ear like a distant sound of choirs, very appropriate to the prayer theme, and this reminds us there are as many forms of prayer as petals on a flower.You capture the feel of summer ending, of nature providing for winter, and putting herself gently to bed.
ReplyDeleteAh, their heads looks heavy, as if, falling asleep after a long day.
DeleteThis is truly lovely - as so many of your poems are. Many, many thanks.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your kind words.
DeleteJoy is right, it was the repetition of the last line in each stanza that lulled me into a dream state .... a prayer state.
ReplyDeleteHi Helen, I hope you feel refreshed after a brief meditative rest.
DeleteYou are welcome!
ReplyDeleteIt must be just me but I always see naughtiness in your verses LOL I do much prefer Autumn to Summer so I'm not sorry it is going away!
ReplyDeleteThis is a delightful sunflower poem, and I so love your ending.
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