Petals plucked in time
He loves me; he loves me not
Anticipating
Seek daisy’s wisdom
But choose your flower wisely
Odd numbers suffice
A garden’s bounty
Yields answers; questions results
How dare blossoms lie?
(After I published this I looked back in my archives and discovered another poem I’d written with the same title. The original is better, I think, but it made me laugh. It was bound to happen sooner or later.)
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I love this one. Nicely said x
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I never thought about choosing a daisy with an odd number of petals. 🙂 Maybe finding love is an oddness.
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It could be. There’s a poem in that.
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Maybe so. I’ll work on a poem!
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I look forward to reading it!
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As good as usual. (I always do a check on my posts to see if I have used a title before. Once I didn’t think it necessary and repeated one)
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As soon as I hit “publish” I had the feeling I’d used the title before. Oops!
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