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3 Poems by AJ Huffman

Sensing Sunflowers

Golden-seed children dance on
exaggerated limbs. Field filled
with followers echoing movements
in wave of would-be smiles. My mind
wanders with them across the wind.

I. Seeing Sunflowers

Dark textured mouths, opened in
silent choral prayer and purse
of eminent awe. These natural blonde
disciples trace path of fire-
god across the sky. Bizarre,
clockwork ritual testing strength
of stem against Autumn’s breath.

II. Hearing Sunflowers

Petals chitter, responsive
shudder against sunset, exhale in fabled
attempt to shake souls back
inside. They echo, gilded
ghosts rattling invisible chains, inviting
footfall. I answer automatically,
impulsively running, crashing
into their waiting embrace.

III. Smelling Sunflowers

Subtle hint of seasonal change closes
around me. Militant rows roar: We are
different. No need for overwhelming,
sickly blossomed bursts, ripe
enough to bottle. Dime-share of diminutive
nut, dash of pollen, the only traces
the air dares to brush free.

IV. Touching Sunflowers

Strange stalks confuse, tactility . . . unlabelable. Faux-
fragile façade, difficult to break, pull. Cut
is required to topple these feather-headed harlots.
Harvest heralders, graceful
                                                  ly falling, perfected
pictures of death’s bow.

V. Tasting Sunflowers

Beheaded beads boil, toss in roasting
pan. Pre-destined for packaging.
Snack for squirrels and dugout bench
warmers. Split-shell spit, more
work than result, worth every bite
of calm repetitious swallow.

Roots Among the Sand

Grains embrace miles in all directions.
Aided by tickling wind, tracks and texture
shift, and a fossil stands stoic, holds
vigil in the middle of all this temporary.
Sun-bleached remnant, gnarled trunk’s roots
ride the surrounding dunes. Testimony that
life may be fleeting, but foundations remain.

Sand Castle

Broken shell, tossed. Turned
sideways. Sole spire shining
in the sun. Abandoned
beach spanning in every direction.
An arid moat. Waiting, flagless,
for a wandering king.

A.J. Huffman is a poet and freelance writer in Daytona Beach, Florida. She has previously published six collections of poetry all available on Amazon.com. She has also published her work in numerous national and international literary journals. She is currently the editor for six online poetry journals for Kind of a Hurricane Press (www.kindofahurricanepress.com). Find more about A.J. Huffman, including additional information and links to her work at http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000191382454 and https://twitter.com/#!/poetess222.


One thought on “3 Poems by AJ Huffman

  1. I always enjoy AJ Huffman. She works tirelessly for the advancement of small press and on top of it all is a wonderful poet, Michael Lee Johnson, Itasca, IL

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