My 5-7-5: Fall 09

Sunflower patience:
The butterfly finally
came home for your love.

In the confession,
wild rivers run down deep;
patriarchal confidence.

Two touching smiles:
finally my first best friend;
eggs over easy.

Swirls of blue-orange,
largest smile in the sky:
double edge and flow

Last golden treasure
taken by mother nature.
Now look to the stars.

A ghost haunted by
the loss of words forgotten
under the oak tree.

Changing the daylight,
cool nights stir impressive winds.
A morning surprise!

Falling so far up
past the naked, dark abyss;
confronting my mind.

Shape shifting nature
unravels emotional
gifts sitting in clouds.

Reality check-
Green going on vacation
as I go to school.

Another Sunny
night filled with Dee and the gang
Hooray for Thursdays!

My Sunflower

Over forty years in the making -
And I haven't even seen half of it.

For twenty years I have seen you from up close and afar, but I had never comprehended the magnitude of your being till now. You have reached me.
-the sweet smell that surrounds my soul
-the golden shades swirling in my hair
-the treasured form of innocence
You let me eat from the only heart source you had. Plucking your golden petals and carelessly walking on your roots. I stayed sheltered while you stood planted on the ground in the rain. But you never looked more beautiful when the storm finally stopped and the sun came out. You always fought my battles till one day you ripped open the cocoon I hid inside; unfolding my premature wings and pushing me out to the world. At that moment I felt I lost your precious affection but in time I realized your affection never ceased.
I have taken so much from you since the very moment I was born. Since I am older, there are so many things I want to give back to you but I have not quite mastered my technique at life. When I do, I will come back to you and fulfill my part of our circle you started.
There is one more thing that I need from you; above all, it is your never ending love. The love that never wavers or boasts, the love that never weakens when burned or cut, the love that never follows hate and selfishness.
With this I can go on knowing that you are satisfied with what you have created. You, being the one who is planted on the ground; and I being the one with your gift of wings, will give you the power to evolve once I overcome the past, present, and future.

Now, like a Monarch Butterfly, I come and go,

because my quest is not over.

Though I am not in Kansas, you'll always be my sunflower.