Sunflowers Named Amy

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: The Imaginarium

Busy doings in the field of flowers.



There was a wildflower party

to which a bunch of sunflowers

were invited and among them all

there was a wallflower who

wavered in the breeze, softly

saying that he wished he was

"home in his lonely flowerbed,"

least that's what I thought he said.


The wildflowers had exotic names

like Tanya and Sasha and Nita, and

the sunflowers were all named Amy,

while the wallflower wouldn't tell

anyone his name, claiming it was his

right to remain anonymous:

“and it doesn’t matter anyway,”

that's what I thought I heard him say.


As the sun made its path from east

to west, the flowers all basked in

each other's common scents, and the

unnamed wallflower kept inching his

roots in the direction of the lovely

sunflowers named Amy, saying out loud,

"what a bunch of beauteous blossoms,"

to a passing family of precocious possums.


The sun set prettily in the west as

the partying wildflowers began to rest

and the bunch of sunflowers named Amy

turned to the moon, and the no-name

wallflower heard a cricket tune, all perfect

for a waltz, and his mind was a'working

"I wonder if these sunflowers want to dance"

I could feel him wanting to take a chance.


The next thing I knew was too good to be true,

 I could hardly believe what my eyes did perceive,

 a breeze whispered by, sounding just like a sigh,

while a marshmallow cloud passed by in the sky,

 and when it had flown, and the moon could be shone,

I saw in its light a most wondrous sight: 

dancing flowers a whirl, and all in a twirl

’round and ’round they went in a splendiferous swirl!

Submitted: November 17, 2020

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