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This is a picture of a field of sunflowers all facing away from the camera except for one in the front, which is facing the photographer.

Guys?
Sonny was greeted with silence.
His fieldmates were all standing in regimental rows and to attention waiting for their shot at fame.

I’ve always loved sunflowers. They’re happy and cheerful, just like me. Well, whatever…

Vincent Van Gogh (his name is pronounced similar to “fan cough” in Dutch, by the way) painted them in one of his famous paintings, named (SURPRISE!) “Sunflowers.” He was a rather morose character; probably needed to go sit in a field of sunflowers for about three years.

Mary planted some sunflowers one year, and they grew like crazy. I think one was close to seven feet tall. Then, at the end of the summer, she told me to cut them down. Broke my heart, but they’re just annuals; they wouldn’t come back. I wish I had learned how to get the seeds out of the plant so I could plant more the following year, but this was in the days before the Internet (remember those?) and I didn’t know where to turn. I asked a friend…

Inspired by and written for Simply 6 Minutes – thank you, Christine

Now, either that sunflower is so vain it likes being the centre of attention, or it’s wise and knows something the rest do not. I like the latter. Like most people, I feel the fear of making changes to make life better or right. Sometimes we just get to that point where we have to walk alone in the right the direction and let them go the wrong way – here goes….

Outcast State
Form: Arabian Onegin Sonnet

Their feelings of love promote my self-hate
And my eyes saw nothing until too late
To leave me alone within my own hate
With thoughts of dying as for love, I wait
Yet amid the tears of my crying soul
My heart knew it must now fight for my soul
Away from her crowd, that’s taking its toll
To…