Have you ever really seen?
Thick prickly stalks
Shooting from the soil.
Leafy greens like trunks of trees.
Shade beneath the thousand faces.
Faces.
Black grain faces.
A face of soil.
Presenting themselves high.
High to the
Light.
"This is where I come from,"
they speak,
"I am one with my ground.
The ground on my face.
My dark face.
The ground is my face.
My soil-resembling grainy dark face.
And I
am not
ashamed."
I listen to these faces.
I stare long hours at these faces.
One with the ground.
One with the light.
A fan fold of yellow petals
Encircling dark faces.
Reflecting light
those yellow petals
spreading their arms to the sun!
"Take me!" they cry,
"Let me absorb your LIGHT!
For I live to shine!"
Chorus of praise.
Chorus of light.
One turns to me.
"Take my hand.
Let us shine."
Melanie, i thought this poem was excellent. i did not get a chance to tell you that in class. i love the imagery of a sun flower, that it springs from darkness (humanity, earth, sin) and grows towards the Light ( Divinity, goodness, beauty). The contrast you created between light and darkness is beautiful, and is even found in the flower's dark face, yet round ring of light surrounding it. This poem reminded me of Till We Have Faces by C.S. Lewis. i dont know why. but i think you could even include a bit more on who the "us" is that you are taking hands with?
ReplyDeleteHello Melanie,
ReplyDeleteI especially liked the question "Have you ever really seen?" Many people have seen sunflowers but your poem takes readers into the secret life of sunflowers. Nice presentation as well. I liked the score you used to tell the story of sunflowers.