Daisy Petals
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Daisy Petals
Daisy Petals
Silence wrestled,
shrunk composure
found its moment ancient,
reticent,
redundant ...
and promises fell like daisy petals
through life washed rain on stained glass.
It may have been Spring
when heart heard
feathers wilt beneath
the weight of air
spirit eradicated.
Stagnant pillars held firm,
braced with umbrella
as winds surged to crush.
Carriage mocked sand stormed beauties;
pale skin reserved blue wealth
through obsolete tears.
Willow root held me
tightly caressing my rough bark
against sun's abrasive gleam;
comfortable as tears mingled with sap,
naked at dawn,
we both struggled for life
as cohesion quelled inert dreams.
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Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.