framed
a dozen framed sunflowers hang behind my bed–
sketches, pastels, acrylics, screen-print on rice, an oil,
by artists young, not as young, of various histories.
today, I enter gatewood-waddell’s. three watercolored
beauties looking round and about. oh, my dears, i say,
and remind them, we face west. long past time clytie
got over apollo. but they remind me to halt
my pessimistic ways. turn us all back to the east,
to this new day. forever we must follow,
forever gifts of nature.
forever magicical.
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Wow!!
This took me to places I did NOT expect.
I’m so excited you introduced us to so much art.
And you include Apollo. That guaranteed my heart, though you probably had it.
I hope you bring sunflowers into another poem, too- like, are there moments you’ve stood near them or driven past them?
The shape of this and is of the word forever at the end are also a delight and reminder of all the ways we can slow poems down.
Thank you for the gift of your poem.
I like so much about this, especially the idea that sometimes happiness is a choice we have to make for ourselves, turn ourselves a different direction (my interpretation anyway). Thanks for sharing!
Flowers certainly how the power to wash pessimism away. Nice writing, Michele.