annaswirls
Pointy?
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This is a poem I wrote this winter. I have revised it many times, mostly snip snip snip--taking the suggestions from fellow poets. It has such a deep meaning to me, I do not know if any of it comes through or if it is just residual.
I have to read this Sunday and will be printing out the picture of my daisy as well. I would appreciate any suggestions that anyone may have on either the photo or poem.
Thanks in advance.
Cut from roots
I consider removing
the clear plastic sleeve
slid over the stem
of my sun fire Gerbera Daisy.
Her head, bowed in heaviness
forced into a “chin up” posture.
I lower the noose,
she lowers her head.
We move on.
Cut from roots
I consider removing
the clear plastic sleeve
slid over the stem
of my sun fire Gerbera Daisy.
Her head, bent with heaviness
forced into a “chin up” posture.
I lower the noose,
she lowers her head.
We move on
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found one of the original versions: was pretty cliche in the middle, and the "sigh" too sappy
cut from roots
I consider removing
the clear plastic sleeve
they slid over the stem
of my sun fire Gerbera Daisy
Her head, bent with heaviness
and the passing of the day
forced into a chin up old girl posture
I lower the noose
She lowers her head
We both sigh and move on.
I have to read this Sunday and will be printing out the picture of my daisy as well. I would appreciate any suggestions that anyone may have on either the photo or poem.
Thanks in advance.
Cut from roots
I consider removing
the clear plastic sleeve
slid over the stem
of my sun fire Gerbera Daisy.
Her head, bowed in heaviness
forced into a “chin up” posture.
I lower the noose,
she lowers her head.
We move on.
Cut from roots
I consider removing
the clear plastic sleeve
slid over the stem
of my sun fire Gerbera Daisy.
Her head, bent with heaviness
forced into a “chin up” posture.
I lower the noose,
she lowers her head.
We move on
------------------------------
found one of the original versions: was pretty cliche in the middle, and the "sigh" too sappy
cut from roots
I consider removing
the clear plastic sleeve
they slid over the stem
of my sun fire Gerbera Daisy
Her head, bent with heaviness
and the passing of the day
forced into a chin up old girl posture
I lower the noose
She lowers her head
We both sigh and move on.
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