Her god is sunflower yellow; mine laughs

for the yellow lady and KB

Her god is sunflower yellow,
the color space in the spectrum
a deity might surf—a god
of dandelions and honey,
darkening to the amber
of petals when they fade.

He says, with cynicism,
if there is a god, he is plaid,
crossbarred and patterened,
tangled in a looming
of dropped threads and sarcasm
spun faster than Clotho spins life:
That we are measured and cut is given,
but by what rule and whose scissors?

I say god, go(o)d, goddess–
however one addresses
the maker of all flowers
is the toddler my daughter was,

naked and fingerpainted,
her skin rainbowed like no promise
ever arced after a flood,
in the midst of the glorious mess she made
and laughing because of it.

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About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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14 Responses to Her god is sunflower yellow; mine laughs

  1. Oh. A poem written for me, about me, about your daughter, the true god who none of us can defy. So magnificent. Thank you.

    • No, thank you! “God is yellow” stuck in my head for hours, which I mentioned to my editor, who replied with the plaid thing–I had to write about it. Thanking you SO much for the inspiration.

  2. annotating60 says:

    Beautiful Susan!>KB

  3. Alice Keys says:

    “In the midst of the glorious mess she made and laughing” Perfect with mud pies.

  4. I love the symbolism !

  5. nelle says:

    So many places one goes with the first two, and you find the perfect place to end the choice. I’ll second that!

  6. The gods and goddesses of our hearts; they dictate our pace. And we love it so. |wonderful write 🙂

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