When I was researching for this poem, I searched for what transforms in 100 days. Turns out that sunflowers take about that amount of time to develop seeds. And so I use sunflowers as the metaphor, and draw on William Blake’s poem “Ah Sunflower”. Enjoy!
Over a hundred days
The sunflower blooms
From seed to full glory
The age of innocence
On dry, sandy prairie
Songs lost in a reverie
The sunflower springs unbidden
Nothing’s forbidden
Mind as pristine as the blue Nelson lakes
Life still has many takes
The coming of age
Gardeners come calling
Enough of lolling
Time to snip, snip
The baby’s bib
The sunflower grows, reaching for the sky
Petals wilder as the wind blows
The age of knowing
Weary of time
Blinded by anopia
For meaning in utopia
Yet in the air sowing scent
Turning sorrow into sweet summer brent
The sunflower hardy, ready to seed
Over a hundred days
The sunflower blooms
From seed to full glory
Shedding tears
Slaying its fears
What about you, my friends?
Now go forth, seed your dreams
Reach for the sky
Give to the world
All you can, like the sunflower
Noelle L, 26.06.2020
