Red Sunflower Sonnet
Karyn Indursky
Shall I compare poetry to flowers?
Thy art more inspirational and coy.
Thee pen flies across paper with power.
Unleashed is the persona; girl or boy?
Colorful words sprout out of poetic seeds
painting creativity with a pen
until sprouts of connotations bud beads
growing your sunflower in meters of ten.
Stanzas transcend rhythms to conspire
petals of personality to pour
with a zest of styles transpiring
poetry to be planted forever more.
As long as the sun elicits our light
my poetic flower will shine so bright.
That's beautiful! I see the
That's beautiful! I see the sunflower opening!
....
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
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thanks nightlight. Hugs