Previously, I had written and posted this poem about sunflowers way back when. The other day, I happened to come across some sunflowers (which always makes me think of Van Gogh and his sunflower) and reminded me of some photos I had taken earlier, so I put the two together to make this photo poem.
Whenever I see a sunflower,
Inevitably, I come to think
Of him whose gifted hand lovingly
Rendered vivid tongues of flaming yellow;
Whose eyes have long gazed on beauty’s light;
Whose soul perceived yet another realm
Full of shimmering forms and hues,
And so sought release beyond the frame.
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(“Sunflower” © Poeticmeditations, 2011. All rights reserved.)