Friday, April 13, 2012

Daisies In A Field

Hi all,

Here is a freestyle poem I recently penned.  Hope you enjoy.

We are not fit to pick brother says
We are not fit to pick
I listen until his voice trails in the sky
I am broken open by wisps of blue
As pockets of clouds curtsy
We are frightened the children
Will smash our canary yellow faces
And snowy white petals
That surrounds us like lion’s mane
I close my eyes and pray
A child will pick the petals
From my fragile body
And blow me towards the sky
To a heaven only I see

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