Sunflower Rd

By Dei

From rolling hills to chiseled mountain
Atop red stained peaks, scented winds burn my cheeks
And I somehow always forget blue-green sage
And how it looks like waves crashing wild and unburdened
Somehow I always forget sunflowers
And how they dance
So optimistically towards a brighter Dei
Till scorched and withered they fall away.
Somehow I always remember Her
And how she would never not notice something beautiful
And the way her smile brought the world to life
Till one day she just couldn't grin and bear you anymore.
Somehow I'll never forget the way she died
Much the way she tried so hard to live
Crushed in your cold and distant arms

Until she fell withered upon a gravel road leading to no-where.

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Published on Friday, December 16, 2011. Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

When standing on the top of mountains so much becomes clear.

Comments on "Sunflower Rd"

On Sunday, March 24, 2019, Adagios (716) wrote:

your work is borne of oceans of truth distilled. I am humbled for the opportunity to read it.
On Sunday, October 21, 2012, Undertaker (32) wrote:

such beautiful imagery, the way the sunflowers dance, I like the use of brighter Dei, I reminds me of a kind chi. I goes from happy to deep when the smile fades... Ahh you are so tallented.
On Thursday, November 3, 2011, Meadowhawk (160) wrote:

Well versed sadness. Emotional piece.
On Friday, October 28, 2011, sTr8-jAcKeT (697) wrote:

Wow, beautifully crafted. Great work my friend.
On Saturday, October 1, 2011, dwells (4177) wrote:

Abandonment can be the hardest cross of all to bear. Always wondering and never knowing for sure. Suspect he got a better deal? - and now there is no going back. Selfish and self-centered; be glad he's gone.