I Cry For Daisies
By Jeff Sloan
There is a subtle romantic sadness
Expressed by every solitary flower.
Is this because they cannot speak,
And that their beauty comes at a terrible price
That is foreign to our human minds?
Perhaps it is the irony
That they have no eyes
With which to see
Their own stammering beauty.
Maybe they experience
A kind of lifelong pain
If this is true
Maybe we are all flowers
Slowly dying in the summer sunlight.
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Words can be applied to a page like paint. This is why poetry appeals to me. Painting an image with words. Be inspired today, in whatever you do.
Ever Yours'
J.S.
By Jeff Sloan
There is a subtle romantic sadness
Expressed by every solitary flower.
Is this because they cannot speak,
And that their beauty comes at a terrible price
That is foreign to our human minds?
Perhaps it is the irony
That they have no eyes
With which to see
Their own stammering beauty.
Maybe they experience
A kind of lifelong pain
If this is true
Maybe we are all flowers
Slowly dying in the summer sunlight.
***
Words can be applied to a page like paint. This is why poetry appeals to me. Painting an image with words. Be inspired today, in whatever you do.
Ever Yours'
J.S.