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Girasoles (Spanish word) are sunflowers. Pronounced as:  hee-rah-so-lays.....

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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.
Shrill cries, and shouts, floated across
the narrow street, assaulted my ears.

These tall sunflowers are so stubborn,
so quiet, so yellow and so brown.
But now,  I would trade them all
for another chance to see, to hear,
some 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
those brown and yellow girasoles.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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July 19, 2015 at 5:45 PM
Hi Leo, Stopped by to say hello, I enjoyed reading your poem today. FOREVER <3 SKAT
Callus Avatar
July 2, 2015 at 10:48 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
Holmes Avatar
June 21, 2015 at 6:06 PM
Subtle realist imagery...lovely work Leo...and thanks for the comment Peter
Ward Avatar
June 21, 2015 at 1:53 PM
A nice poem... I read it several times to enjoy the imagery. Julia, :)
Koven Avatar
May 31, 2015 at 3:53 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
La France Avatar
April 26, 2015 at 12:09 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
Allison Avatar
April 26, 2015 at 11:52 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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