Out of the mouths of babes …

The Ox-eye daisy is a widespread flowering plant native to Europe and the temperate regions of Asia.  It is a typical grassland perennial wildflower that blooms from late Spring to Fall.  The small flower head, consists of about 20 white ray florets that surround a yellow disc growing on the end of 1 to 3 foot tall stems.  It thrives in a wide range of conditions and can grow in sun to partial shade.  The prose game “He loves me, he loves me not” is associated with this flower.  

One flower I did see this morn

perfection even in its name …

Daisy, white as the driven snow

a symbol of purity rare to behold.

Then as I held this flower fair,

I heard my voice gently whisper

in the warm spring air …

“He loves me.”

    “He loves me not.”

“He loves me.”

And with each turn of spoken love,

one petal hence did fall

silent to a ground no longer cold

and I to wonder how

my future would unfold.

One after another after another

my fate left blowing in the wind.

Until only one was left

standing alone upon the stem.

“He loves me not.”

my voice echoed true.

So what was I to do?

But find another daisy and

test my fate again.

After all, love is not made sense of

by fools OR mortal man.

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Comments (3)
  • CHIPMUNK on Jun 7, 2011

    A well presented article like the daisy

  • Borhan on Jul 2, 2011

    Nice poem. How do you write poems? I know i can never do this.

  • paulc488 on Jul 15, 2011

    Nice poem

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