To Be A Daisy
Loves me.
Loves me not.
Her fingers unlock wish
after wish, and she says,
Absence has made my heart
grow fonder —
She’s waited out the white
months for my return.
You wish you may.
You wish you might.
And my summer days
fall all too easy.
Pluck me. Cut me.
Put me in your vase.
But love me,
and tease me not.
written to prompt at dVerse “To be a flower” ©️ Misky 2020
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6 responses to “dVerse To Be a Flower”
I like the reference to the white months of waiting and the desire not to tease at the end.
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So lovely, and so different from my daisies! Well done.
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I love the rhythm in this.. and those concluding two lines.
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Love me, love me not – love it.
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A lovely poem. I like the lines waited out the white months for my return.
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❤ The flow of your words is beautiful.
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