4.10.2017

Looking at the Sun

Some days, my body scarcely
remembers what it’s like
to run without dragging all
the contents of the house behind,
to enjoy a garden without
feeling compelled to pull weeds.

Look at that perfect sunflower,
not shy at all, always facing
the sun in quiet confrontation
as if to say don’t forget
there are creatures of this earth
magnificent as you.

Maybe I’ll swallow all its seeds,
sprout flowers from my eyes
like the most exotic lashes
aptly described with exclamations
like Wonder! or Light! or Lift!
or What You See Is What You Get!

NaPoWriMo Day 10! This is responsive to Margaret’s prompt in the Imaginary Garden: Poem Sketching. I made a word list from Mary Oliver’s poem "Beside the Waterfall," including these words: scarce, drag, body, flower, swallow, light, eyes. This seems like it needs a fourth stanza, but in the interest of April volume I’m leaving it for now.

12 comments:

  1. What a way to bring put your inner sunflower...through the eyes.

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  2. I like this very much ... especially:

    "Maybe I’ll swallow all its seeds,
    sprout flowers from my eyes
    like the most exotic lashes"

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  3. Ooooh this is sooo incredibly beautiful, Marian ❤️

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  4. I love the whole idea of sprouting flowers from your eyes.....the swallowing of seeds, the exotic lashes. Wonderful.

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  5. I hope you don't mind if I say this reminds me of Mary Oliver ~

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  6. If you think it needs a fourth stanza, I'm sure you could create one magnificently – but to me it seems complete as it is, ending on that burst of exuberance.

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  7. This reminds me to stop sometimes and enjoy a thing (such as a garden) instead of always thinking of what needs to be done.

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  8. You might enjoy a garden without pulling the weeds. I have a hard time seeing a picture on the wall hanging crooked. I feel compelled to straighten it. The engineer in me comes out.
    ..

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  9. I love every line of this poem..but the final stanza is perfection.

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  10. You shine all the time. Love this poem. I need some open eyed blooming.

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  11. "sprout flowers from my eyes
    like the most exotic lashes" How fun is that!? Wonderful poem - daily writing hasn't slowed your wit down at all!

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