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" The Daisies' "
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Loneliness
As I look across yonder,
over all the daisies in the field.
I see bright shining flowers,
that helps my mind heal.
I slowly wonder in the middle,
of all of them around.
Listening very carefully,
for any given sound.
I feel the wind blowing,
and hear it so very calm.
Then I reach down and grab,
a daisy for my palm.
I look at it with curiousity,
wondering about the night.
The daisies are in darkness,
without the sunlight.
I soon begin to realize,
that the daisies are like me.
One minute they are shining,
and the next minute very unhappy.
Wonderfully done, Nancy--
This poem puts a somber spin on the image of the daisy, and it strikes a somber chord all the same.
-A.
Nancy, You have brought an instant image to bear with this poem.
I like the thought of the daisies being lonely. I like that equation with the plight of the dreamer who at times laments her own loneliness in the dark.
This poem has beauty within the sadness for it can touch and that is what makes it great. ~Tim