A Lust for Warmth

Of course I work in allegory.

Confusing sunflowers for sunshine once more,
I plunged my head and hands into that field.
I plunged my hopes as foolishly as ever.
I picked the closest sunflower.
The brightest.
Standing alone, waiting to be plucked.
Too eager to own
I sat down beside
and
tore at it's roots
and what mysterious things had grown.

I didn't think about it.
The sunshine was mine now.
But darkness falls fast
and flowers will not bear your warmth,
nor glow in captivity.
They are not sunshine.
They wilt.
Though seeds will spread and it will begin anew,
such headstrong action betrays a wanton nature.
But does it truly matter?
Soon I am alone,
And soon it is dark.
I am not warm,
And the sunflower is still slowly wilting.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

"I am not warm,
And the sunflower is still slowly wilting."
I like how you used the dandelions. The photo is beautiful. I lived in the Upper Michigan. The dandelion ran down the landscape for miles. Always a pleasure to read your amazing poetry and thoughts.
Coyote

[RFDIII]

Thanks coyote, you've always been one of my favorite!

[cartera]

Wow. The reader is taken on an emotional journey. The poet's techniques are invisible as the reader is caught up in the downward (?) inner reflections of the writer.
Absolutely first class. I repeat: First Class.
Alex.

[RFDIII]

Thank you so much! Painful experiences are never quite so painful as when you can draw inspiration from them.

[Matching Socks]

Hello. :)
Nice to meet you.

Enjoyed the poem very much. It was very thought provoking.
A good reminder that we just need to let beauty flourish in it's environment.
We have a bad habit, as people, to want to pluck something, keep it. So we can admire it and love.
But we realize, if you love something you must let it be...

A gorgeous bouquet of cut flowers is pretty, but they will die.
Elephants in a zoo are magnificent, but they are unhappy.
A lover suffocated with admiration and jealousy will wilt.

This is what meaning I took from your poem.
I could be way off though. :) and if I am than who cares?

I've still read a lovely poem. I'd be pleased to have you read something of mine. :)

[RFDIII]

I do not like to confirm or deny conclusions often, as I cherish the answers people come to on their own. However, in this case, it is about a girl who I said I could love, but crushed instead. She trusted me, and she shouldn't have.

[Matching Socks]

Well, congratulations. You're a typical male.

[Matching Socks]

Joking...... That's how it just is sometimes I guess. We live and learn.

[RFDIII]

Joking or not, it's not wrong. I disagree though. We don't just live and learn, we live /to/ learn. Each experience in life is a chance to take something away for yourself. Doubly so if it hurts. I hate hurting people, and I hate being hurt, but I wouldn't have it any other way.

[Matching Socks]

Same thing think.
Live....Learn
Insert whatever you want in between. ;)

[RFDIII]

Live Penis Learn

[Matching Socks]

LOL! That's funny...

[Kelly Scheppers]

"But darkness falls fast
and flowers will not bear your warmth,
nor glow in captivity."

..this reads beautifully! Love the art!

[RFDIII]

Thank you Kelly, I put some thought into this one.