This poem was written early 2007. An older Seattle-woman said to me that the many races are like a bucket of flowers so I kind of took the idea and made it into this poem.


The Flowers of America

The suns are being turned on and of and sometimes they are dancing really close

Here in America I have noticed how the fire of a black man contrasts the paleness of a white man and how the reflections turn on the sun

Let me behold the flowers 'cause I adore your loving smile and your cool body language

You know your value

We don't need anybody to control our thoughts - we know how love feels

Do let me behold and embrace the flowers of America before the stardust of my life blows away








Poetry by Sean Ryan Bjerremand
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Written on 2012-04-05 at 19:39

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Beautiful and heart-felt. I really like this Whitmanesque passage:

'Here in America I have noticed how the fire of a black man contrasts the paleness of a white man and how the reflections turn on the sun'

Original and moving.
2012-04-06