Maryellen Gozzo Poet Rhyme

Sunflower

Faded colors
Wilt and willow 
Petals drift down
People tread
The petals dead 
The world is spinning ‘round
And I turn towards the sun
And feel its warmth upon my face 
And I stand up straight and tall
My colors radiant in grace 
And I cared for by green thumb
And the soil fertile and new
I wake myself to the rising sun
And a sky that’s bright and blue 
Clouds drifting far from my mind 
And a subtle breeze blowing by 
I am picked by green thumb
I knew for my beauty, I must die.

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Robert Lindley June 28, 2014 at 7:40 PM This is another very good write!! BBBRAVOOOOO!!!

Shirley Gribble June 17, 2014 at 3:46 AM I live in S.W France, and very soon will be surrounded by fields of glorious sunflowers! They are a joy for a few weeks, but look so sad when they shrivel and die, waiting for the time of harvesting. Hope you will check out some of my poetry! Best wishes, Shirley x

Ugwu Cornelius Chidera June 15, 2014 at 1:00 PM HELLO FRIEND! i like this poem.its well written.