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Sunflowers

Art : Abstract Sunflowers by Janis Zroback

Why do Sunflowers face the Sun?
Is it for to keep them by,
Or is it what that keeps them right?

By the veil of a darkening cloud,
The light separated my solitary walks,
The truth I searched for was spurious,
Sometimes it led me astray, And I gazed
At these wild passel of Sunflowers.

For a diurnal spread of flowers,
The Sun ripen into the truth,
For a hard going, homo sapien
As nocturnal as a day-blind bat,
There is no conviction to endorse.

So, I say the Sunflowers face the Sun
To catch their stroke of nonchalant life,
The search for truth is truth indeed!

Comments

  1. Vandana Sharma22 May 2013 at 11:10

    Searching truth in nature.....indeed it will be the right truth coz nature never lies...........

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  2. parentforward.blogspot.com22 May 2013 at 12:45

    /As nocturnal as a day-blind bat/ I really like this line. I like the image of the sunflower and the sunlight to show the light of truth and the man against himself search for it.

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  3. Unknown22 May 2013 at 12:51

    I like the way you stretch vocabulary and work your diction.

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    1. Anand S Unni23 May 2013 at 08:27

      Yes. I have been trying to work with my vocab for a while. Thanks for the comments Kim. And your prompts just keep me going. :)

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  4. Mary22 May 2013 at 16:06

    This is beautiful. Sunflowers re such good examples of truth seeking, I think.

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    1. Anand S Unni23 May 2013 at 08:28

      Well atleast that is what I thought about when "The Wild Truth" sprung up in the prompt. And thanks a lot for your comments Mary. :)

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  5. Sherry Blue Sky22 May 2013 at 19:09

    What a cool response to the prompt....I love sunflowers....."by the veil of a darkening cloud" is such a gorgeous line.

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  6. Anonymous22 May 2013 at 23:22

    Beautiful the search for truth =) Love it!

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  7. Aishwarya Magesh22 May 2013 at 23:34

    Nice one.........

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  8. TCPC22 May 2013 at 23:35

    the metaphor works well!

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    1. Anand S Unni23 May 2013 at 08:29

      Thanks. I took up the metaphor with a doubt on how to apply it. Glad it worked out. :)

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  9. Rosemary Nissen-Wade23 May 2013 at 01:28

    More truth to be found in nature, perhaps, than in our tortured minds.

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    1. Anand S Unni23 May 2013 at 08:30

      Indeed. Nature does hold a visible array of truth waiting to be caressed. :)

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  10. Suzy24 May 2013 at 20:07

    Nature lives in harmony with itself and is all truth. That's why Nature is so simple. I love sunflowers. The picture is beautiful.
    Dropping by from Verse First.

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