Sunflower Fields In August

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As I speed by
The rows sit stamped with a natural permanence
Zippers of vinyl wings and thick thorns
Sealing out humanity with a bitter yellow kiss

Sharp manes and speckled faces
Their arms limp at their slender sides
Heads hung with shame
Heavy with defeat
The sun holds them down with a million gloved fingers

Pounds of light perch on their skinny spines, relentless
Skeletons, frozen in step by the weeds wrapped around their ankles
Their still hands choking each other’s bony necks

They lose every year
But from their crooked stance
They spit their seeds
Laced with a poison promise
They raise new warriors
Helmets shining with pure youth
And they fight again





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youngzo said...
Oct. 31, 2008 at 4:05 pm
This poem is sick nasty, it should be published everywhere.
 
chicklets890 said...
Oct. 29, 2008 at 4:49 pm
This is a great poem. I love your use of imagery and irony. I could see this poem being submitted in my college english class! Good job.
 
il angelo dorato said...
Oct. 29, 2008 at 1:36 am
This is a wonderful poem, I never thought about sun flowers as warriors before. Your imagery is captivating and your writing succint, clear, and beautiful.
Congratulations Caterina!
 
rebeccaqboucher said...
Oct. 28, 2008 at 10:58 pm
i love the weird irony of sunflowers and their shame and poison promise. amazing work
amazing
 
KeeganM said...
Oct. 28, 2008 at 4:56 pm
This is really, really good!!! You ROCK
 
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