Sunflowers....Stéph's poetry

I love Sunflowers..... Manni has planted some in our garden.....  

Here is my own composed Poetic Prose by Stephanie Dallin Parrish Paschali  

The Sunflower was yellow and then she was gold  

She was the Sunflower who was filled with self-love 

And he was the Sun who so amiably bestowed  

She welcomed her Sun for he encouraged her to grow 

She flourished and glowed with radiant self-belief  

For she would most certainly touch the sky because he told her so 

He allowed her to thrive, feel beauteous and bold 

His temperate warm rays nurtured her soul  

She was ablaze, bursting with blushing luminosity  

Her sunny head ardently craving the generosity from her fervent orb 

She apperceived his adoring attention with elation 

The Sunflower and her Sun magnetically attracted, as he encompassed her till the close 

But, who will adore her, now that her Sun has gone 

For without his rays she will surely die 

Will he return from dusk to a new dawn? 

For What is a Sunflower without her Sun-God 

Who will admire her now ?

 

 

Painting by Paul Gauguin: Redheaded Woman and Sunflower’s 1890