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Girasoles

Girasoles sway in wind outside
the sad vacant house across the street.
They are very high, almost filling
spaces where small thin children played.
Their shrill cries, their shouts, floated across
the narrow street, assaulted my ears.
These tall sunflowers are so silent,
so quiet, so yellow, and so brown.
But now, gladly, I would trade them all
for another chance to see, to hear,
some new noisy children at their play.
Tomorrow I will help to clean up
that yard, may recommend new tenants,
other children, and I will not miss
these brown and yellow girasoles.

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  1. Date: 7/2/2015 10:48:00 AM

    I can relate to this kind of poem, Leo. Imagery tempers the mood. Sunflowers have the ability to do so. Top marks to you. #7 // paul
  1. Date: 6/21/2015 6:06:00 PM

    Subtle realist imagery...lovely work Leo...and thanks for the comment Peter
  1. Date: 6/21/2015 1:53:00 PM

    A nice poem... I read it several times to enjoy the imagery. Julia, :)
  1. Date: 6/10/2015 8:31:00 PM

    Dear Larry Again another wonderful piece here by a great writter, what cool imagery and well use of form and verse, excellently done, and just awesome, cheri and thanks for comment on my venice again, cheri
  1. Date: 5/31/2015 3:53:00 PM

    Things we remember are interpreted and accepted as our reality. Some are good, some aren't. Such is life as you have so aptly described it. Allan
  1. Date: 4/26/2015 12:09:00 PM

    Leo, oh your poem is wonderful, mother had sunflowers in her garden but they needed to be controlled as they go wild, your poem holds a sadness and a hope, 7 and thanks for visiting my poem, nearly the same, that was so weird to write in homophones, glad you understood it
  1. Date: 4/26/2015 11:52:00 AM

    such beautiful yet sad image you portray of the empty house but the beautiful flowers still growing strong and tall :-) hugs Jan xx

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