an anthology of sunflowers and honeybees

la luna

requested by bambiwritesbooks:

write a poem about a sunflower turning into a human

There was more on the end because it was a joke (we are friends in real life) but I liked this part so... here we go;

I open my eyes

my eyelashes like vibrant yellow petals

around dark eyes

like a moon-less night sky that longs for its lover,

la luna.

I find myself in a state of mind

different from feeling like a lone sunflower

in a field that mirrors 

a hand sewn quilt made by a grandmother for her grandchild

that they hug on a cold and rainy day

imagining the aroma of welcome-home-ness

inhaled when they entered her house

after months of pushing up on their toes in enthusiasm

waiting for that isolated day.

I remember what it was like to be

a lone sunflower,

it felt lonely but I was happy

standing alone

reaching my hopeful face up to the sun

blinded by her beauty