Every day, a photograph, a poem.
I woke up early, just as the sun tried to shine, but the fog hovered over the hills just above street level. It’s how I felt, a bit clouded and worried about the people of Ukraine and the soldiers ordered to invade them. I sit here in my warm home with only the fog to dampen my spirit and feeling a bit helpless. Why must the world be this way?
I knew my sun would soon shine and I could walk in its warmth, but what of the people of Ukraine? I thought of the sunflowers, their national flowers and considered another poem about them. And what would I write today?
So… these questions brought me to the idea of a question poem.
I chose my picture— another of my sunflowers, an arrowleaf balsamroot, which are our native sunflower in my area of the Pacific Northwest USA. And from that I wondered…
A Sunflower’s Bloom
What of war is there?Sheri Edwards
A seed of greed?
An evil weed?
A fog over everywhere?
What of worth is there?
A people in need?
A place serene?
Where sunflowers bloom?
Despite war’s gloom?
For more information on my strategy for writing this poem, see this post: A Sunflower Blooms
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Slice of Life
Geeky Gramma ~~
Retired Middle School Language Arts/Media Teacher ~~
Writer and Thinker~~
Art from the Heart