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Roadside Daisys
Yellow daisys
along dusty roads
standing tall
among the weeds
Waiting patiently
for summer rain
to gently clean
their sun kissed faces
Smiling yellow heads
bobbing gently
in the breeze
of passing cars
Common beauty
overlooked
thousands creating
golden fields
A young child gleeful
snatching stems
handfuls of love
for mama
excellent piece and love the ending stanza.It's like what's the differenc between a weed and a flower,it's all in the perception and acceptance..
Common beauty
overlooked
thousands creating
golden fields
I don't understand ,could explain to me?thanks
Kim:
I love daisys, and have mentioned them in my poems as well. I am also crazy about Black-eyed Susans, are you familiar with them? Where our family goes on vacation, there are farmer's fields gone fallow and carpeted with daisies and mostly Black-eyed Susans as far as the eye can see, it seems.
As you may notice, I'm not really critiquing the poem, but that doesn't mean I didn't enjoy it, of course I did. Thank you for writing about daisies and making me think about summer and flowers!!
Ken
My Secret River
There were "daisies" alongside that road in "Forever Young"; I took pictures of them on a prior day, to juxapose their beauty wi a bomb-crater. I re-see their beauty in your eyes & in this work. Beauty is where we find it, & unlike the adage, it is NOT merely in the eyes of the beholder. You are a vy sensitive perceptor. You have lovely ways wi words. And hearts. Thanks.
"Poe" I'm not, nor "Rich" am I,
but I'll be famous, b'ye and b'ye !