Sunflower

We can be different...

I carried you in my pocket that day and you were content
As long as I let you out to see the comings and goings of the circus folk
You said being small had its advantages and I agreed
Although the dangers were  clear every time I reached in my pocket for my cell phone
At the end of the day I would sit you on the table and stare at the wonder of your beauty
Scale had nothing to do with it as long as we could laugh and talk the hours away
You asked me how we would have sex and I told you I didn’t know but we would figure it out
At bed time you made a nest of my chest hair and told me lay flat
I would forget and you fall to the sheets with a puff and punch me in the side
I was big, you were small, but the universe doesn’t dwell on that

Author's Note

Just being together is enough at times...

Reviews

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

wow i love this the way the reader can interpret this poem anyway they like i love it thats the beauty of writing letting the reader see a dream in it of their own

[barleygirl]

This is unusually presented . . . not crystal clear . . . a nebulous life lesson that varies for different readers. One might think this sunflower is being carried along thru-out the guy's day/existence, possibly taken out & admired from time to time, but the various descriptions of interactions sound nothing like man + blossom . . . it reads more like a guy who keeps his "little" lady in a horribly restricted place in his biased & narrow mind/life. Your last line reads as if it's dripping with sarcasm . . . size doesn't matter, this line suggests, but the way your poem is written, what I'm hearing: one clearly outsizes the other & it makes all the difference in the power plays of romance (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Onlyme]

If we are destined to be together. we will no matter what. Beautiful expressed and heartfelt.

[Kelly Scheppers]

There's a magical lining in between the reading of each line. I think our similarities make us more alike than our differences set us apart. Much enjoyed, Crowley!

[Teresa]

very strong i like it..and i like how you worded everything and it was great and relaxing to read...i defiantly would share this to other people:)

[Crowley]

Thank you so much for the review and the kind words. I love that you stopped by!!!

[Chris Shaw]

A tale of love. The differences don't matter. What a lovely warming little write this is Crowley.


Chris

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

Your poem is so lovely and gentle Crowley. The tenderness of big and little, of differences, expressed eloquently and exquisitely. “I carried you in my pocket that day”-sweet imagery and visual. Don’t we all carry our love-and maybe our lovers- in our pockets to view like precious jewels? Is this fantasy or reality? It doesn’t matter-“ the universe doesn’t dwell on that”....Spectacular.

[Crowley]

The universe dwells on little except our dreams I think. thanks a million Annette!!!

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

I am but a bumble bee...buzzing around the imagination of a glorious mind!

[Crowley]

I love bees...thanks Q!!!

[Neville]

What a truly beautiful little write, and of course true.... it really dont matter do it....

I had a cornflower.... Neville

[Crowley]

Thanks Neville...hope you are well and life is glorious!

[Neville]

Yes indeed & thank you Crowley..N

[emmajoy]

And that is what love and loving really, truly means. Beautiful tale, with the sincerest language wrapping it's truth.

[Crowley]

Thanks Emma!!!