the sunflowers
Come with me
into the field of sunflowers.
Their faces are burnished
disks,
their dry spines
creak like ship masts,
their green
leaves,
so heavy and many,
fill all day with the sticky
sugars of
the sun.
Come with me
to visit the sunflowers,
they are shy
but
want to be friends;
they have wonderful stories
of when they were young
-
the important weather,
the wandering crows.
Don't be afraid
to
ask them questions!
Their bright faces,
which follow the sun,
will listen, and all
those rows of seeds -
each
one a new life!
hope for a deeper acquaintance;
each of them, though
it stands
in a crowd of many,
like a separate universe,
is lonely,
the long work
of turning their lives
into a celebration
is not easy.
Come
and let us talk with those modest faces,
the simple garments of
leaves,
the coarse roots in the earth
so uprightly burning
mary oliver
(two of my besties)
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I'm so happy to be among the sunflowers with you today, yes sometimes life feels 'lonely' and like 'long hard work' turning life into a 'celebration'!
But there's many a Mary to help! x
Posted by: Sue Fox | April 22, 2013 at 08:59 AM
Thank you for holding this space for us every Monday, Rebecca. May your week be filled with beautiful tender moments - Mary Oliver on a Monday - so fitting!
Posted by: Hettienne Grobler | April 22, 2013 at 09:31 AM
I love your Mary(s) today...
That is one of the best poems
what it takes to become a beacon.
You do know just the right
way to make a perfect post :)
♥♥♥
Posted by: priti.lisa | April 22, 2013 at 09:32 AM
Sunflower faces, and the face of Mary--sometimes inscrutable, but always lovely!
Posted by: Magical Mystical Teacher | April 22, 2013 at 06:08 PM
A lovely, lovely post. Mary Oliver is the best! Turning our lives into celebrations! What a wonderful goal. I hope your week is full of celebrations, Rebecca.xx
Posted by: Lizbeth | April 23, 2013 at 03:11 AM
how I love Mary Oliver's words...and yours.
home again...refreshed, just wanting a tiny sign of spring though :)
x...x
Posted by: Stephanie | April 23, 2013 at 03:25 PM
this reminded me so much of being in the aged care with my mum.. those elderly people with so much to share, wanting to share and so, so many don't take the time to be with them..
love this poem. thankyou so much for sharing xoxo
Posted by: miss Robyn | April 25, 2013 at 02:47 PM
What a beautiful site!
Posted by: Sam Edge, Writer | April 28, 2013 at 05:59 AM