Sowing Sunflowers

Seeds in a child’s hands,
hard with zebra bands,
are a long way
from wind-swept fields,
where Fibonacci yields
are soon dispersed
below a cloudburst
of birds.
In the garden, we hoe
and then we sow
our own. At night,
we dream of tournesols.

Kim M. Russell, 3rd May 2021

yellow sunflower in close up photography

Image by Todd Trapani on Unsplash

My response to dVerse Poets Pub Quadrille: Planting Seeds

Merril is back this Monday to sow the seeds of our quadrilles, poems of 44 words, excluding titles, a dVerse-created form, which can be in written in any type of poem, rhymed or unrhymed, metered, or unmetered. However, we must use the given word, or some form of it, in our poems – and today the word is SEED. For our inspiration, she has shared poems by Robert Frost and Emily Dickinson, and an extract from a poem by Kathleen Driscoll.

69 thoughts on “Sowing Sunflowers

  1. Oh! Those children’s hands wearing zebra bands tugs upon my heart, Kim! This is beautifully poignant. The “dreaming of tournesols,” at night gives me a sense of hope at the end. Sigh. 💝💝

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    1. Thank you, Sanaa. My daughter planted sunflowers with my grandson last year and they grew as tall as the roof. They are planting more this year.

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  2. I could almost smell the soil, Kim. I must admit I had to look up tournesols. I’d never heard the term. The Fibonacci miracle plays itself out.

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  3. That image of sunflower seeds ‘hard with zebra bands’ is just perfect. Sunflowers always remind me of my sister as they were her favourite. You can’t blame anyone for ‘dreaming of tournesols’ during the long winter nights!

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  4. An excellent moment lost in time, caught in a few very choice words. I haven’t nearly the skills to rhyme like you have, but I recognize skill enough – I smiled as I began to realize my tongue moving without my thoughts. Lovely work, really.

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  5. Lovely! Our garden used to be full of sunflowers and butterflies. I used to collect dead butterflies that fell on the ground after completing their life cycle. I missed my parent’s old house. There were over 100 plants and trees of various kind. You see they used to adore gardening!

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