Chris Green Poet Free verse

She Loves Me, She Loves Me Not

"She loves me, she loves me not”


“She loves me, she loves me not”

Petal by small white petal I ask
of this delicate bloom I now hold in my hand
Yellow face peering up at me as if it wants to answer
in only a way that will make me happy

“She loves me, she loves me not”

But does it know the answer I seek,
for I do want her to love me, like she loves the flowers,
the ocean and sipping tea by twilight music
filling the tree lined silhouettes with melodies of enchantment

“She loves me, she loves me not”

Two more petals fall to the ground,
creating elongated oval patterns about my feet
like ivory snow flakes flittering in the sun
staring up at me with questions of their own

“She loves me, she loves me not”

Maybe I will whisper my desires,
allowing them to flow on the wind,
absorbed by nature, dispersed upon the beauty
in hopes this earthly decoration might understand

“She loves me, she loves me not”

As nature offers her wonders, she too brings them
In perfectly presented symmetrical fashion
for I see there are only four petals remaining,
the count stays even

“She loves me, she loves me not”

Oh poor flower, shedding petals like tears
do they flood your core as they do my heart
fear not my petite friend, for I stand in a field
of your brothers and sisters 

“She loves me, she loves me not”

I shall pick another tender bloom
to follow my quest again,
though unlike nature, I have no rules to follow
and I shall begin this time with

“She loves me not, she loves me”

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Joanna Daniel April 4, 2017 at 9:45 AM Oh! I like the way you ended it:) I say, why destroy a flower for our confusion? The real answer is not gonna change, is it? Ha ha:) Chris Green April 4, 2017 at 9:59 AM Hey Jo. (Wow, that would make a good song title) :) Thanks so much my friend and I am with you, why destroy a flower just to make your heart bloom?

Lisa Ricci March 31, 2017 at 5:56 AM Good Morning Chris. This entry and your words are so timeless. One has to love the concept of it all and especially when it ends on "loves me". Always is it an honor turning to your page and work. We readers thank you. Well done throughout. Chris Green March 31, 2017 at 9:24 AM Lisa, thank you once again for always leaving such kind thoughts on my page. I feel the same about your work my friend.

Heidi Sands March 30, 2017 at 1:09 PM I like the twist - She loves me not, she loves me! :) Chris Green March 30, 2017 at 2:03 PM Well a complete daisy does pretty much always have an even number of petals, so when doing this, whatever comes second is what you will end with. Might as well start with what you don't want. :) Thanks so much Heidi.

Tim Smith March 30, 2017 at 11:07 AM A beautiful poem and a delicate flower... Wonderful depth and insight Chris Green March 30, 2017 at 11:18 AM Thank so much my friend. I know the theme has been used many times over, I just tried to put a different twist on it.

Darren White March 30, 2017 at 10:44 AM Don't take your poems down! Just cos I am in icu and hardly able 6comment doesn't mean the poem is bad!!!! Is wonderful, now pull petals for me. He can get off icu, he stays in. He can get off icu, he stays in. He can get off icu, he stays in ;) Chris Green March 30, 2017 at 11:17 AM Thanks my friend, let me grab another daisy(with an odd number of petals) and get started right now. :) Nice to see you again, I hope you are feeling much better. Darren White March 30, 2017 at 11:12 AM Thanks Tim :) and Chris. ... I love your poem. It's beautiful. .. Tim Smith March 30, 2017 at 11:05 AM I got...He gets off

Emile Pinet March 30, 2017 at 10:44 AM Like a moth to a flame you seduce us with the beauty of you words and we fall prey to their magic. A well composed poem with a emotional release. Emile #7 Chris Green March 30, 2017 at 11:17 AM Thanks so much Emile. I am glad you liked this.

Charmaine Chircop March 30, 2017 at 9:44 AM She loves him like the flowers,the ocean,and sipping tea by twilight music...She sees him in all three lined silhouettes...The sight of him,Her song...She loves him not,She loves him...Love such a small word with a huge meaning.A fave ..Ofcourse.Your best of all times. Chris Green March 30, 2017 at 10:10 AM Thank you my friend. I am happy you liked this one. I was just about to take it down, now I will leave it posted. I appreciate your kindness always. Charmaine Chircop March 30, 2017 at 9:46 AM That was a tree line :)..Not three..Somehow I read it three and thought of a sihouetted haiku. :)Sorry.