Love Amongst The Sunflowers During An Afternoon Dream Poem by Allen Blue

Love Amongst The Sunflowers During An Afternoon Dream



A young nurse, while drawing my blood,
tried making small talk by telling me
about Tuscan sunflower fields she wanted to visit.
She hoped they would be as she remembered
with the infinite unblinking yellow eyes
staring out from sporadic green stretches
that swarmed the contours of hills
to end at a horizon she squinted as a girl to see.

Her talk of sunflowers brought to mind Van Gogh,
and I wondered how he would have painted her into a 'Starry Night.'
Would she have been part of a night sky streaming over a village
like the ocean from a whale's back rising for air?
Perhaps she would have found herself
in motion with the stars and moon
turning like wheels in the atmospheric machinery.

Or, maybe he's painting us now under a summer sky
in one of these Tuscan fields trying to hold a sunflower
that wants to bend with its stalk in the back and forth of a breeze.
But, I know in my heart it's a moment that isn't mine to have,
and she points to a distant hill asking, 'Who is that? '
Feeling the rough, pitted corolla with my fingers, I reply,
'That, my dear, is a man dressing us
in bold strokes of color we'll wear on his canvass
for a masterpiece he's tentatively titled,
'Love Amongst the Sunflowers During an Afternoon Dream.''

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Unwritten Soul 17 May 2013

Smooth and easy to go story, liked it so much...you did a nice work Allen! ! _Soul

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