Inside the bright words
there are other words
that want to be said—
small words
in dark shells.
.
It reminds me
of the sunflowers
that grew in the fall—
how we loved them
for their golden petals,
but they were true
to the small dark seeds
that grew them,
to the small dark seeds
they grew.
Here’s another one that leaves me thinking, poring over the message and realizing what a complex thing life is–not simple at all! Ah–the magic of a perfect metaphor! Thank you, Rosemerry…
i love this response … it was funny, I had another final stanza that I cut off … the metaphor said everything better than i could, and allowed for the complexity.