Impossibly Yellow

Cherry

By Silver Spun Sand

Sun, 31 Jul 2011
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28 comments
 

Sunflowers...always
her favourite flowers,
and she and they
had much in common –
turning their faces
to follow the sun

despite the fact
the odds were impossibly
stacked against her...
Far too soon

their petals fade,
fall...one by one,
by one, as the sun
sinks low in autumn
skies, but the seeds
they shed, if any
consolation, spread
far and wide.

And so, again,
this year, with care,
I will tend the soil,
sifting and sieving,
filling it with air
then, diligently, plant
those tiny seedlings

with blind hope –
soon they will
reach out, seeking
the light...groping
for the comfort
of each other’s
velveteen touch.

‘Celebrate my life –
don’t mourn the life
that I had not’...she said.
Impossible, or what?

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Submitted by fatboy74 on
Beautiful. :-)

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
fb - thank you. Tina

 

Submitted by Highhat on
Leaves you speechless Tina- so beautiful Hope the sun is shining for you today in your quiet moment :) ;)Pia

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Yes, it is, Pia and has been, intermittently, all day. I thank you for your lovely words which mean a lot. Tina;-)

 

Submitted by Kilb50 on
Excellent, Silver - A very fine poem and tribute.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
I greatly appreciate your taking to time to read and comment so thoughtfully, Kib. Tina

 

Submitted by Florian on
Completely impossible. A very moving poem, Tina. There must be flowers in the night, some dull bloom that shuns the light ... and yet

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Florian - thank you for reading, and thank you for those beautiful words. I will remember them. Tina

 

Submitted by Cavalcader on
new Silver-Spun-Sand What beautiful tribute and word's, that surround this little seeds of love poem. That touch the heart and soul. May they sun shine on the seeds, and bloom forever. Sunny day here beautiful always, out on my own. Because of his ways and dislikes shame! I am off to Rock a Round The Clock soon show at Theatre Royal looks fab: leaflet on my own,as usual, be fun trying to get a pettticoat under skirt! got short one no good. Been on e bay, and walked most shops. Not paying £32 to tight. Cheer! me up, 3 week's time. Have a great day! Tina. julie xx

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Julie - so good to hear from you, and I'm really pleased you liked my poem. Have a good time at the Theatre Royal when you go and tell us all about it. Have a good week;-) Tina xx

 

Submitted by seashore on
A loving and beautiful tribute to Andrea. Sunflowers have always been my favourites too - they have lots of character as I'm sure was the case with your daughter, Tina. Coral

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Hi there, Coral;-) You hit the nail on the head, so to speak when you mention 'lots of character'. Andrea certainly did have an excess and always said you can sum up the personality of someone by the flowers they like...which was certainly true in her case. Thank you so very much for your lovely words. They are more than appreciated. Tina

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
Hi Tina, just the thought of being able to grow Sun Flowers, would make my day, they always seem to get eaten by slugs, or if they do make it to a flower, they always seem to topple over and break, even though I tie them up. So to read your wonderful poem, made me realise that even though I cannot grow them, at least I can imagine them in your words. A truely wonderful tribute to your daughter. Jenny.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Many thanks, Jenny, for reading and for your thoughts. One of the sunflowers is about as tall as me at present, and still growing strong. As a matter of fact, I just put a new stake in to support it yesterday, and it is growing in the vegetable patch alongside some sweetcorn;-) Tina

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
Hello Tina, just had to come back and say, I have had absolutely no success with sweetcorn this year, I sowed 20 and they came to nothing, I was so disappointed, because other years, they have been great, maybe it was a faulty packet, I really don't know. But I'm glad to hear you've had success. Jenny.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Actually, it's the first year we've grown them, Jenny, and at the moment we have about twenty plants and at least three are showing the first signs of the cob, so we're living in hopes. But vegetables can be very contrary. All the parsnips we planted are doing absolutely nothing, and we normally have a bumper crop. The same with our broad beans. I guess the motto is, if at first you don't succeed try try again;-) All down, I guess to the weird ways of our variable British climate;-) Tina

 

Submitted by ScoZen on
Beautiful and sad. I hope little Ashley has a copy of this on her D.O.E trek over Dartmoor? Tell her to read it aloud from the top of Haytor as they walk...quote. "...turning their faces to follow the sun..."
ScoZen

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
What a lovely thought, ScoZen...and I will make sure she has a copy with her. Strange you should say this, because Ashley read the first three stanzas of this at Andrea's 'Celebration of Life' service (the last stanzas added this week, to mark the anniversary of her birthday three years on, which is tomorrow, of course). You are inspired, ScoZen. Thank you, once again. Sand Lady;-)

 

Submitted by Cavalcader on
new Silver-Spun-Sand Tina, thinking of you especially as would have been Andrea's birthday. to-morrow. julie xx

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
You are very kind, Julie. Thanks...so much. Tina xx

 

Submitted by barryj1 on
Touching sentiments - especially the way you weave the several, disparate themes together. And, of course, the ending ("... the comfort of each other's velveteen touch.) says it all. That final section reminds me of the sort of thing Theodore Rothke might have written. The poet's parents owned a greenhouse and plant business and he wrote constantly about nature, plants, soil, moss, mice and seedlings as only someone who lived it intimately could have. You do it equal justice here.

barryj1

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
My thanks to you, barry, for your enlightened thoughts on what is a very special poem for me, as you can imagine. Much appreciated. Tina

 

Submitted by Overthetop1 on
Beautiful. Well-deserved - the comments and cherry.

Overthetop1

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
OTT - thanks. More than appreciated;-) Tina

 

Submitted by the unfolding head on
very much enjoyed this - beautifully written.

ddf

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
tuf...we meet again;-) Appreciate, so much, your reading my stuff, and I am pleased this one didn't disappoint. Tina

 

Submitted by EpheLuwe on
Wow. Your poetry is like a soul healer. You must have such an inspiring perspective of your life. You know, I read somewhere that 'we can forgive someone for making something useful, just as long as they don't adore it. The only reason anyone can have for making something useless is that it's treasured infinitely'. They say Art is useless; but this is art, and it invites reflection. If one could read poetry like this every day, it could only work to improve them. Well done, carry on writing. Ephraim

Stains..

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Ephraim...many thanks for your lovely words. It always makes me so happy when my poetry has even the slightest impact on its reader and am over the moon that it has meant so much to you. You write very well, too, and I hope to have the time over the next couple of days to read more of your work. Thanks again. Tina