Written: November 05, 2023
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Amidst spotless linen rosebuds
I observe you blazing a fire
In the core of a volcano's lair
slithering
glissading
laughing
Queen of the Sun,
Queen of Earth
angels shielding you with their wings
to quench one's thirst
for my vital breath.
A warm deluge of your embrace,
sets my skin into full bloom-
a mellifluous anemone aroma,
and marigold of whimsey bloom
wandering to my cynosure edge
the scorching primeval route;
you leave lush roots for our offspring
to nurture demesne orchards.
On the sands of your sunken tracks,
where conflate ponds
xerox the gleam of fire;
and trees widen limbs,
to embosom
sapphire sky for spring
and descry a year's cornucopia,
of succulent, velvety fruit.
The language of love is wordless.
See that simple yellow and white daisy
in the green meadow?
Go uproot it,
snatch it from its perfect setting
that place Perfection made for it.
Now it is in your hand,
it is still lovely,
but something is missing,
something is wrong.
it was never meant to be manhandled,
even with appreciation or love,
that kind of love is possessive,
selfish, mistaken.
You must seek to understand it,
describe it, know it.
You must investigate, and dissect
its beauty
and so you begin to pull is apart.
petal by petal
you despoil it,
until the flower no longer exists
as a whole vision,
as a perfection of form.
It is only parts now, it is only words,
words for love,
and not love itself.
asks the white daisy
found the answer - and ate it -
conquest or capture
made no promises
it flourished reckless and wild -
the ones who have smelled
04.06.2023
Anne-Lise Andresen
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Contest, Show Don't Tell, Tell Don't Show
sponsor, Dilly Dally
6th place in the contest
white daisy blooms
rain paints her face ~
teardrops glisten
23rd March 2023
little white daisy
trapped within a tangled vine
yearning to be free
cream rose white daisy
blue jay on a cobalt sky
heart stopping sunset
frog on lily pad
diamonds on a starry night
gold butterfly sun
tree bark gingerbread
apricots and honey dawn
raspberry rose finch
Once I plucked a pure, white daisy,
And pulled its petals one by one.
“He loves me,” I spoke. “He loves me not.”
I pulled each petal, and they dropped to the ground.
I pulled them until the very last one was,
“He loves me not.” And it dropped, too.
Soon the flower with its petals plucked died.
It became dust and one with the earth again.
I remembered, “He loves me not,” with sadness.
But the daisy was gone now, and so was the last petal.
The last petal’s divination died, too,
When I realized that it was a Pagan trick.
The daisy is meant for friendship, not for a curse.
But the innocent flower, the daisy, died.
It died to prove the omen false. But it lives.
The daisy lives and soaks up the sun.
It lives forever with petals intact;
And forever it speaks, “He loves you.”
I’m a simple white daisy
In a world that’s rough
I don’t have thorns
I am not tough
I see with my yellow eye
The smiles passing by
Wishes, upon wishes, I try
To brighten the day
Keep the smiles alive
Without a word to say
I’m a simple white daisy
Heidi Sands
7/3/19
In another time I would’ve picked orange lily and carnation
Sprinkled in some white daisy for a resplendent bouquet
Some fresh bagels from your favorite bakery by the station
With those,smiling,I would’ve knocked your door on your b'day
Instead,clichéd notes of wishes, I post on social media today
Written on 07/17/2016
Contest:'In Another Time' by Ir0nic Zink
WIFE SEEING HUSBAND GROWING OLDER
Water steals your reflection when you are young
And as fast as cat’s feet on a glass roof.
The ripples replace none of your image -
Waves chiseled from moving marble hide the boats coming home.
Through the thickness of your old age I sometimes see your young guy hiding inside
The massive greyness of March in the city.
Gods sense of humor at pathetic human activities
Is a liquid mystery.
This starlit world is a lonely place and it misses you -
The waving Milky Way waiting for you to swim in, waist high
Through the radiant white daisy stars, across the soft black meadows.