Young Sunflower

Heart Anatomy Poetry #1 //when adulthood meets childhood

I still remember you young,

filling tap water into your glass,

watering the orchids in the living room.

That day your gran taught you,

about over-watering your plants,

and under-watering too;

While Elvis's LP played on the record player,

his voice singing about the bellhop's tears,

and the desk clerk dressed in black.

Last night I saw you in a shop window,

looking as if you spilt too much colour

and you had over-watered your plants anew.

In the corner of lonely street,

the building stood and blinked,

down in Heartbreak Hotel we meet.

Author's Note

I had a strange evening last night, and came home to find a sunflower on my doorstep.

Reviews

[Inject Positivity]

Priceless!!!

First of all your presentation was superb... This somehow reaches deep down into the core of heart... It feels like someone is pondering upon her past memories of love and the highs and lows she witnessed with it... And by saying "when adulthood meets childhood" this truly enlightened the whole concept... Such an inspiring work...

Sincerely
Dhiman

[Alice Poésy]

Aah, you're figuring me out well! Sometimes you just look into a mirror and see the child you once were speculating what's become of her. This might not make much sense, but for me, the bridge in this poem that links childhood and adulthood is the concept of watering the plants. When I was a child it was just that - looking at it now, plants can be people and sometimes you "over-water" them that you leave yourself a bit worn out.

Thank you so much for taking the time to read my work. Your review was an absolute delight!

[Ashlyn Olivia]

Oh my goodness... my heart melted reading this. I hear just such an old soul reciting it. It is such a piece, and I am so in love with it. The connection between you and the one that, i feel, has wandered down a difficult path. I see such romance, pain, potential in that person. Just wow

[Alice Poésy]

Aah Ashlyn, such wonderful words to wake up to! Thank you very much!

It's been a difficult and turbulent path indeed, one that however I wouldn't change. Thank you so much for your kind words :)

[Miss Sharon]

Beautifully done Alice! The imagery and story line hold your reader's attention with ease. A pleasure to read. ~Sharon

[Alice Poésy]

Thank you so much for you lovely words, Sharon! Much appreciated :)

[Angierosey]

I enjoyed reading this.
Angierose

[Alice Poésy]

Thanks, Angierose! Much appreciated :)

[V]

This is a very smoothly flowing piece with a sense of memories being brought back to one's mind eye. The style also reminds me of some of my older writings...I use to change my style in writing every now and then...I don't keep the old ones here but some still in the depths of my mind and a book shelf. Very lovely piece. I enjoyed reading.

[Alice Poésy]

Thanks, Vanessa! It's lovely to hear your thoughts and sweet words :)

[V]

You're welcome. I enjoy your writing style.

[Alice Poésy]

Thank you! It makes me happy to hear :)

[SleeplessVolcano]

Sometimes we do too much; other times, too little. Life has a way to survive though.

Great poetry.

[Alice Poésy]

Exactly! Life is a strange thing.

Thank you for your words and for stopping by!

[Lorry]

These are the thoughts we find ourselves thinking of all of a sudden out of nowhere, where something brings back memories that you forgot were so crystal clear, until rethought and leave you in peaceful contemplation of who you now are and who you were back then. I often wonder if young me would approve of all the decisions I have taken for him that leads us to the now me. After reading this wonderful piece, I am left missing the younger me. I wonder if he misses me too :)

[Alice Poésy]

Indeed, you put it to words! I have the same wonderings as you. I think younger you does miss you :). Remember that feeling of wanting to get older? I suppose it's because we wanted to meet our older selves. How strange thinking about it.

[Lorry]

Yes, I remember thinking what it would be like to be thirty, you know, really ancient to a kid. I'm sure he is still in there though, considering the fact that when asked, I reply that I am four dozen, rather than saying 48. :) He's still alive and kicking though. Sometimes his silliness is infectious and makes me giggle at the thoughts he brings to me :)

[Alice Poésy]

The little child in us is always there, hiding in some corner of ourselves, as you clearly set example of :D.

[Alice Poésy]

*set an example of

[Lorry]

:)
True, it wouldn't be the first time I have been on my way to an appointment and found myself completely distracted by such childlike thoughts as "I wonder how I would manage if someone started firing a rocket launcher from that alley and I had to go all James Bond on him. I would then be stuck in an interview or meeting with lots of serious faces and talk of mergers and acquisitions, while my mind plays a video game of me fighting evil. :)
But hey, we're all like that, right? Right? Where'd you go? :)

[Alice Poésy]

We indeed all our. Please don't let that child die :). You're wonderful!

[Lorry]

No way, he's the one that remembers all the passwords and pin numbers :)

[Gray]

You gave this a fifties feel making me think you were older. I hear there's lots of time to spend on lonely street. I've been down that way. Sunflowers are often discovered to be for someone else there though.

[Alice Poésy]

It does have that vibe, now it's clicking. No wonder I thought only my grandma would get it. It has that dated feel, haha.

Thank you reading!

[wordman]

sometimes dreams seem real,and things that provoke a thought long forgot,great write and welcome to w/c

[Alice Poésy]

Indeed they do! Maybe dreams are more real than what we call life.

Thank you for your kind words!

[wordman]

maybe !your welcome

[Cyprian Van Dyke]

Loved the poem. What you talk about has a nostalgic feeling.
The simple things people do can be most memorable.

The mention of Elvis was great, it really creates the classic vibe.
And the last stanza was amazing!

[Alice Poésy]

Why thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed it.

They can, can't they? I specifically have this image in my brain of my cousin at my grandma's house, standing on a chair, making crêpes for us, and grandma shouting for him to get down and let her do the cooking. Some memories just burn brighter for some reason, and I believe I was about 6 then.

Thank you for stopping by! It's lovely to hear your thoughts :)

[Cyprian Van Dyke]

You're most welcome! :)

Yes, some "memories do burn brighter," than others. I like the way you put it.

[Mayank]

There is something about love or there was something about love, which is missing these days. There was something about the days, when our granny guided us through the way of life. There is a reflection of yours here, watering plants, and there is you. Grown up and waiting to be loved. When you see him, the Elvis start singing again, Heartbreak Hotel.

I don't know if I am wrong or right. However, your poem is very beautiful and I imagined you, looking down from the window to that man.

[Alice Poésy]

Love seems more twisted these days, doesn't it? Sometimes I long for the days when my relatives could give me instructions about how to move through life, but sadly, now I know there's no instruction manual that works for two.

I really enjoyed reading your interpretation. It's very insightful. I don't think there is a wrong or a right here, but you did manage to echo some of the thought behind this.

Thank you for reading. It was a pleasure reading your thoughts and for leaving such lovely comments.