she boasts a mane, after
all, the right to call
sun to center. white
-petalled promises with up
-roarious squalls of lovesme,
lovesmenot. we’ve got
her in our fists, given her
too much power. spent
hours hoping over flowered
phrase, faces sky raised,
praying to soar.
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Some gentle/gentile roaring her; nice closing lines. Good choice for the prompt.
The daisy is filled with promises or promises not. Hear her roar…
I like your description of the daisy roaring to the sun.
a cute description of a dainty roar 🙂
I love the title and q poem specially with: roarious squalls. Fabulous De!
Wonderful. The power of a daisy to be the decider. “-roarious squalls of lovesme,
lovesmenot.”
This brings back childhood memories for me.
Oh my miss daisy, has quite a burden to the young lover to give the correct answer
😊
Much✏love
Now you’ve mentioned it, De, daisies do look like little cartoon lions. I imagine their roars might sound like purrs to us. I love the lines:
‘…petalled promises with up
-roarious squalls of lovesme,
lovesmenot…’
I love – the right to call – a powerful and carefully understated response to loves possibility.
What a though of a roaring daisy… but of course with all those promises of holding the truth when you pull the petals from them I can only imagine how they cry.
Cute poetic praise of the daisy and our hopes
I like this so much – captures the whole wild belief structure of childhood that lingers, ever lingers far into adulthood. If I were a daisy I’d love this tribute- especially those opening lines.
OK, if this is “De running on fumes,” then I want a whiff. The usual terrific alliteration and enjambment, but mostly ” the right to call / sun to center” That is strong and clean.
I love this–the roar of a daisy!