My soul is a sunflower
blossoming yellow petals
and bittersweet seeds
that crackle under the tongue
or the heat of the sun,
its withering leaves brushing together mindlessly,
like lost memories.
My body is a green stem
that holds my sunflower soul
skyward
despite the presence of birds and the danger of breezes
that might pull loose some crackly seeds at any moment,
casting them to the dirt below.
maybe to grow
maybe to grow
maybe to rest for a time in my hollow shadows
we may never know
but maybe to grow
Photo by Sean Quillen on Unsplash
This week, Eugi asks us to respond to the following prompt:
“petals
tree tokens
fine art”
‘The soul has words as petals’ – Edmond Jabes
Seamus O'Shaughnessy, Jr. 
Beautiful expressions of survival of the soul. Perhaps the soul comes full circle as life comes full circle. Enchanting poem.
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Thank you so much! It was a joy to write it 😇
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I liked the images of body and soul. Well written.
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Thank you so much!
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I especially enjoy poems that repeat lines. The effect is so powerful! Well done!
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