stuck in dark corner
newspapers unread, fridge leaks
beets rot in high heap
•
pots and pans unwashed
waiting for spring daisy dew
slowly make pickles
•
carrots kiss wet earth
feed blackbirds watching stale crusts
breeze blow blue bubbles
•
new rain equals life
smile at illusive spaces
catch falling acorns
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Centered in sunshine, tender and pure, "girl next door", simply adorned-utterly adored and loved like crazy.
Bark, snarl, moan
DON'T howl at the moon,
howl into charcoal night
where darkness hunts the hunted,
Where consistency is metaphor
barking from the trees.
Tip toe, nibble
20lbs of everything,
but when is wolf more than just a sheep?
Or when ignorance asks,
" how do you feel? "
So bark
snarl
moan,
then snap!
HOWL into the moon.
Amber-gold
delicate
fresh daisies
dance and smile
whispering
to the sky
a loving
melody
of delight
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Abundance of daisies,
Delicate white petals,
Leaves of green,
A meadow, so beautiful,
A joy to be seen.
Star shaped white faces,
Gently swaying in the breeze,
They appear everywhere,
In fields and amongst trees.
The joy of nature.
Wild and wonderful,
So graceful and silent,
Daisies so delicate and small,
A field full of daisies,
Such a lovely view,
I made a little daisy chain,
Especially for you!!
Bumblebee Ding pollinates the daisies as the grasshoppers sing
The daisies like him, but here’s the thing, they call him a ding-a-ling
Not to be disrespectful, but it is their privilege and their way
For daisies are the flowers that want to forever play.
Across the valley, green pasture and the hills
I imagine dancing to freedom I feel
Lifting my toes in the daisies, full of thrills
Along the river, my spirit flows surreal
It's a taste of heaven on land around me
I imagine dancing to freedom I feel
In the sky, large birds soar so effortlessly
Peace comes naturally, not something I chase
It's a taste of heaven on land around me
I stand strong in the heights, bad things I erase
Enjoying a new life with things I create
Peace comes naturally, not something I chase
I'm part of life's production, lessons and fate
I'm becoming everything I want to be
Enjoying a new life with things I create
My mind absorbs the landscape, all that I see
Across the valley, green pasture and the hills
I'm becoming everything I want to be
Lifting my toes in the daisies, full of thrills
Heidi Sands
4/29/25
(C)opyright
my mom’s not pushing up daisies
having gone to her eternal rest in Spring
her restful place is where her soul has gone
back to earth with its raindrop-moss
(springy, as if for a tiny bunny
or hallucination-size “wabbit”)
off track, the violet urn
next to the frame
that holds my mother’s face
and my attention
confused by the unscattered ashes
contained. she’s there
or elsewhere
or both ways
dizzy the thoughts
and my nephew
on and over a couple
mountaintops where is he
particles placed, displaced
proper, improper
does it matter
it all matters
and the occasional shock
of a true blue viewing
passing by the other room
while relative remains
seem sentiments of denial
until a video snaps
you out of it
suddenly appears
the ghost
or a huge photograph
reminds you
why your there
in that chair
listening to the air
breathing
mountain majesty
daisies peeking over rise
peering at sunset
Daisies and sunflowers
dancing in the seemingly endless field
Sitting with you
the grass waving underneath our legs
The golden sunshine rays
washing over your face
Memorizing this moment forever
I said to no one
Will I remember you?
So this is where I'm bound to sleep
Just three feet wide and six feet deep
No shirt, no shoes, or even sox
Only me in my little box
So grab a shovel, lend a hand
And bury me in desert sand
I know that it's a boring job
Guess I shouldn't have robbed the Mob
The skin remembers, even when the mind tries to forget
Scars etched deeper than bone, a roadmap of agony
They say time heals all wounds, they lie
Time only buries them deeper under the layer of lies
I used to feel joy and sorrow, life danced with empathy
Now? A hollow echo in a vacant music hall
Hope, they ripped it out, tendril by bleeding tendril
Left a barren landscape, scorched earth where nothing grows
Callous they call me, emotionless, a monster forged in fire
They don't see the demons I carry or the ghost at my side
They see the wreckage of the person I once was
Before the darkness claimed me, before all hope died
This echo resounding with the ghost of all my screams
All that I still try to bury in the darkest part of my soul
Only the screams refuse to stay buried, pushing daisies
Ones that are already wilted and dead as they rise
Sadly it mimics us, sadly I am dead yet still alive
In search of the light, a light I know will never shine
Daisies
Pure white flowers
Growing wild in meadows
Collected by little children
Necklaces
I thought of you
And you became a vision
I settled in a field of orange daisies
Where I became
Calm, velvet, sheer
I touched you
And you became me
A reflection
I listened to my words
Revealing both you and me
And I wondered
Are we the same?
You and i and the daisies?
irate Goddess of Daisies did not get her due
wrath of her anger rivaled that of old Sue
I’m a major deity, she yelled to bells blue.
with complete jurisdiction over the likes of you!
bluebells liked the Goddess but wisely kept quiet.
not wanting to start a crucifixion or riot
Goddess of Daisies had been on a no-carb-or-sweet diet
they decided to dine without her, at the Regency Hyatt.
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