SUNFLOWERS


    Stemming endless desire to see the sun, fan, cuddle
    Rays thrust in folds of petals thick in envy, dazzle
    Seeds of oil and industry, thick green rooted pride armies
    Worshiping arching god, gazing craned necks, offering unison

    Their love for bask parades, flasked tirades for silent baths
    A wild wind surrender, evaporating storm drilled clouds
    Through their lover's piercing spectral bouquet of photons
    Cyclic summer long romance, enraged seed packs

    Until the storms win the argument and their god tilts South
    Abandons bedroom, battle field, retreats to a virgin hemisphere
    And they are left to deflate, grow ashen, gray, wither, whimper
    Sulk and slip into a winter of discontent, chewed, frazzled, hair
    Disheveled, morning same as evening, craning ritual fear frozen

    But Vivaldi wrote it so, summer does return with vigor and spring
    And fall do not retard the joy for sunflowers to adorn the horizon
    In armies dressed and dancing growing by the glow of their lover
    Returned from a long voyage where sisters were deflowered, born
    A destiny absent in less tempered tales, glorious and soiled.

    Bedros Afeyan
    7-29-2011
    Pleasanton, CA


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Dr. Bedros Afeyan is a theoretical physicist who works and lives in
the Bay area with his wife, Marine. He writes in Armenian and in
English and also paints and sculpts. Samples of his work can be found
on the web by clicking on his personal web pages at:
http://208.177.152.139/