Imprecise: my calculations,
my measuring of your love of
me.
Do you love me do you love me
not
depends upon the daisy plucked,
the petals pulled in earnest
hoping.
Vascular: let me run easy
through your veins,
love me need me take me, feed
on me until our waking,
meeting dawn with daisy eyes.
Anna:o]
Image: Courtesy of Wikimedia Commons
Author: Ntgr
6 comments:
I love the opening line--how it frames the daisy-petal reference, and also the way you vary your structural phrases so adroitly, from 'me' to 'on me' which shows a curve back to the other, and an inclusion which is at the daisy-heart of what makes this a very satisfying love poem. I am made happy by the happiness it contains, which is a measure of what poetry can do when it works. Thanks for playing 55 with us, Anna.
Pulling daisy petals is as accurate a barometer of romantic success as any algorithm yet devised, afaik.
Having to rely on coincidence... it's not how it really works, but if we want it to be so, it might still happen. Daises or cards...
Oh, I pulled a lot of daisy petals in my day. Love this!
"...meeting dawn with daisy eyes" Beautiful description of an emotion and union that is too intense for analysis.
depends upon the daisy plucked,
the petals pulled in earnest hoping
There is always place in the heart for a lot of hopes to one's expectations. Life can be most fair when required to do so!
Hank
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