This is a Tableau poem for the Saturday Mix “lucky dip.” Sitting outside in my family’s back yard, I wrote this. I’m not sure about the final line; the poem got kind of dark, but anyway, I’ll stop rambling π and let you read it.
In the breeze, swaying
Sunflowers, whirring
Hummingbird, coming
And going between
The floral faces
Withered, shriveled here.

I’m minded of late autumn, when those bright sunny faces of summer turn in themselves to fall.
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Good writing, revivedwriter. Love the twist at the end!
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Nicely done! Thanks for joining in the Saturday Mix π
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I’m glad the twist worked!
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Lovely photo!π»
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aaaah. i love the “-ing”s of this poem and the peaceful ending!
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