Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer Poet Quatrain

Blue Daisy Chain

Lay back on the grass softly green,
Squint till sky is blue and hazy;
Spreading fingers feel now between,
Finding a small wild blue daisy.

Pluck the flower and give a twirl,
“Loves me or not”, the petals pluck;
Pretending I can’t count the swirl,
And the flower controls my luck.

Saddened the flower I discard,
Stretch my arms out above my head,
And sigh disappointment out loud.
Another flower pick unread.

Why waste the blooms on forlorn hope,
For a love that's not happening?
I gently pierce the stem like rope,
Thread the daisy through fastening. 

A necklace chain I make to deck,
The one who only deserves the best;
And proudly sling around my neck,
The blue daisy chain cross my chest.

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Probir Gupta August 24, 2017 at 11:49 PM Very good poetic expression of beauty and the related emotions ... Btw, thank you for liking my Sedoka ...

Alesia Leach August 4, 2017 at 8:09 PM whimsical and beautifully crafted.

Anisha Dutta July 3, 2017 at 1:19 AM To make chains in flowers is a regular Indian custom . I still use to decorate hair plucking or picking up flowers from my garden. Nicely done. Congrats

Daniel Turner June 16, 2017 at 9:11 AM :Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs, Got to keep the loonies on the path" This is what your poem brings to mind, Cecelia. good luck:)