Shaman Sunflower



Sunflowers ribbon their way
into my daydreams in subtle nods
to the yellow marble owning the sky.

Oh, to have such strength, bloom
when the eye is a desert void
of a single tear, and stand tall
in the withering.

Joy comes where happy can’t survive.
Dear blossom, you remind me even
the driest heart can drink light if it chooses.

©Susie Clevenger 2018

Poets United ~ Poetry Pantry #408

Comments

ZQ said…
"Joy comes where happy can’t survive." Awesome line.
ZQ
June 24, 2018 at 3:36 PM
Donna@LivingFromHappiness said…
Delicious and delightful much like a field of sunflowers!
June 24, 2018 at 5:45 PM
Sherry Blue Sky said…
I love every single word of this, from gorgeous title, to the end. We can drink light if we choose. Yes, we can. Always lovely to see you pop in at Poets United, my friend.
June 24, 2018 at 6:13 PM
Vivian Zems said…
Joy comes where happy can’t survive.....this really struck me!
June 24, 2018 at 7:38 PM
kaykuala said…
Dear blossom, you remind me even
the driest heart can drink light if it chooses.

A flower in bloom can certainly be made to do things impossible

Hank
June 25, 2018 at 5:00 AM
Sanaa Rizvi said…
"Joy comes where happy can’t survive." I sense mixed emotions here.. so poignant!
June 25, 2018 at 6:14 AM
Mary said…
Even the darkest heart can drink light if it chooses...I particularly like that sentiment! I do hope they WILL choose light.
June 25, 2018 at 11:15 AM
Gillena Cox said…
That last libe is sooo gorgeous.
Happy you dropped by my Sunday Standard this week

Much💞love
June 25, 2018 at 6:08 PM
Colleen Looseleaf said…
Such a bright eye! I hate to see them droop like lamp lights gone out.
June 25, 2018 at 7:08 PM
hyperCRYPTICal said…
Lovely lovely lovely delicious words!
Anna :o]
June 26, 2018 at 5:57 AM
Myrna R. said…
What beautiful words and thoughts you have woven here. I'm sure if sunflowers could read, they would love this.
June 26, 2018 at 11:48 AM
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