The Sunflowers

Annieb
Jul 13, 2024

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…are serenading me

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In the aching arms of sorrow
memories
drift softly in
endlessly searching
for a place to fall

just as the sunflower seeds
I scattered
upon your grave
are now blooming
flowers of pain

their gentle faces flecked
with the gold
of the sun
from whom
they cannot look away

a speck of dust floats idly free
then hangs suspended
in the light
for minutes
in my imagination

the sunflowers are serenading me
and their voices linger
in my heart
as I am fading
slowly into night
© Ann Bagnall

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Annieb
Annieb

Written by Annieb

My poetry website is https://annieb222.com - Thank you for your kind words, I have family matters overwhelming me for a while

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