This one is doing double duty as both my NaPoWriMo poem for today (11/30) and my week 2 Brigit's Flame entry.
November Sunflower
Palms stretched out like horizons
absorbing the mid-day sun-
granules of hope settling into the creases.
There is no more fertile soil than her skin,
Her mother swallowed too many sunflower seeds
purchased in convenience store
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a bloom out of season.
And she's always been this way- a bit too late.
These are my favorite lines. With so few words, you were able to create so many images. Very well done!
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I like the imagery. I like how it represents seeds in more than one way.
-Leander
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Tina
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I'm glad you enjoyed it!
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I especially liked:
just after the blood red of the sunset
sinks behind the falling leaves of the maple trees.
And in other things, I also really love your journal layout.
:)
-Leander
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lol.
:)
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I'll admit, I was a bit baffled before. Glad you cleared that up!
And, thank you so much. :)
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As far as the subject of the poem...you're right, it is confusing. I think that's largely because I originally wrote it in first person and then suddenly decided to change it. I think I probably would have been better off leaving it as it was. But yes, the subject of the poem was the child. Her mother is only mentioned in the second stanza and there are only two women in the poem.
I think sometimes as a writer, we're so familiar with our own work than when we reread something, we may miss that it could be confusing to someone else. I know I do that all the time. I tend to think if it makes sense in my convoluted brain, it must work for everyone. ;)
Again, thank you for your help. I'll correct all of the grammatical errors you pointed out.
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