I turn my face to meet the sun
but bows to hide from wind and rain,
I’m born in soil and strong I stretch
my supple stem towards the sky
I tie the poise of summer into knots,
to build for you her grasp to seeds
I bring you warmth in winter’s cold,
but darling, save at least a single core
to bury in your garden-dirt for spring
to kiss another spark of life in me.
to let me turn my face to meet the sun.
again.
Today Linda wants us to write about our favorite flower at dVerse. I would like to say that my favorite flower is the sunflower, and this is a small little poem to write about that flower.
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February 18, 2019
Björn Rudbergs writings 
How beautiful Bjorn. I love ‘I turn my face to meet the sun.’
We chose the same flower, smiles. The love this line most specially:
I tie the poise of summer into knots,
to build for you her grasp to seeds
One sunflower feeds a lot of creatures, bees, squirrels, pigeons and finches. A flower that has earned its place.
Lovely poem. Your words always conjure up the image of what you’re writing.
You really nail the sunflower here. One of my favourites, too.
My sunflowers always self-seed, thanks to the bird feeder, and then face the wrong direction – toward the neighbour’s house!
I had a neighbour who used to grow sunflowers just for the birds. Unfortunately I’ve never had much success with sunflowers.
I lovely tribute poem to a tough, bright giver of sustenance. I can see why you chose it to represent yourself.
I = A
a lovely connection, thanks Bjorn!
Sunflowers grow well here in the Pac NW of WA state. they are one of my favorite flowers to photograph. They get 8 feet tall here.
There is beauty in facing the sun and feeling it’s warm glow. A couple of summers ago I went to a sunflower field and I felt the magic of standing next to those tall blooming delights.
I like the thought of saving at least one seed for next year.
I read your poem out loud and it had such a lovely echo at the end of every second line, a flower new to me I really love the name
It is the French name for the normal sunflower.
I also love sunflowers, Björn, and every year there is a field of them just outside our village. You’ve captured movement in your poem; the sunflower is a flower you can watch with the naked eye as it moves with the sun. I especially enjoyed the lines:
‘I tie the poise of summer into knots,
to build for you her grasp to seeds’
and
‘…save at least a single core
to bury in your garden-dirt for spring
to kiss another spark of life in me.’
Self-seeding is a natural process, but it needs facilitation. You brought it out beautifully.
Beautiful poetry! Read it again and again👍
Loved yours too.. but for some reason, I couldn’t leave a comment
That’s unfortunate, I didn’t get any such notification though. If you had something in mind please reply..
I think there might be something in your setting that didn’t include the commenting…
Oh yes! I just altered the setting… don’t how the commenting got turned off, it was alright yesterday.. thankyou for pointing it out.
🙂
I made it right 👍.. I’d love to hear from you, sorry you couldn’t leave a comment before.
This was gorgeous. I want to spend some time in a garden now.
You have truly honoured the glorious sunflower. A joy to read.
I love the final thought of your warm sunflower poem!
Lovely! Sunflower was my first choice but that was before I read your poem. 🙂
Your poem is just so lovely. When you see many in a field you cannot help smiling. The sunflower is a favorite flower of mine.🥰
I tie the poise of summer into knots,
to build for you her grasp to seeds…
Beautiful lines!