Ah! Sunflower and My Art…

A Poem About A Sunflower

Ah! Sun-flower

Ah Sun-flower! weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the Sun:
Seeking after that sweet golden clime
Where the travellers journey is done.

Where the Youth pined away with desire,
And the pale Virgin shrouded in snow: 
Arise from their graves and aspire, 
Where my Sun-flower wishes to go.

A friend and follower of my blog shared this poem with me after my post about sunflowers. I am sharing it here for all of our enjoyment. Not, as an analysis of Blake’s use of a sunflower as a metaphor of the Afterlife. Unless someone is interested in commenting and participating in friendly discussion. Then by all means please share comments. I do find it an interesting piece of work. I also find it intriguing how most poems, writing, art theatre, etc parallel life, death, and afterlife, with many using sunflowers.

My Art:

W. I. P.

I suppose you’re not surprised that I’m currently painting sunflowers. They are everywhere I (we) look.

Like quiet centurions worshipping the sun, the sunflower leads gently, with grace and quiet strength. Forward into autumn, where for a brief moment mountains alight with a fiery haze and every tree blooms in jeweled splendor.

Valerie Dowdy

(a foray into poetic thought?) 🤔

Don’t you love this?

Until Next time, Peace.