WHAT does it mean when the Sun strikes a thought
within One’s Soul? This i ponder while i walk
the path called Life. What of the thousands of
screams, untold broken dreams and weeping expecting
mothers? Do you remember them? Your mother, sister,
brother or father perhaps forgot to say, “I love you”
or the county clown made you shed tears when you were
Today I am walking down a path as the Sun strikes into
my Soul; spits them out as words___.
:: 05.10.2020 ::
YOU, SUNFLOWER my personal Nation
the native of beauty as well — harvested
i am slightly bent as a stem against
tall of course, my face of bright yellow then
again brown center – sometimes red!
my heavy head-filled with tears(sometimes)
a remarkable flower am i,
tough, easy to grow– as long as the soil
is not waterlogged
and heat! drought-tolerant!
attractive to BEES and BIRDS
like my heart and soul bee!
:: 07-08-2015 ::