I love daises and many wild flowers which grow in meadows, along road sides. I never thought of their death by picking one. They eventually die , so why not enjoy their beauty while one can.....M

Hear, hear, Karla. I second the motion. An excellent topic:)
Sheila

Karla, you are a very kind person...even to the flowers.

I hear what you're saying here... does that
let me off the hook from buying flowers for my wife lol
Just kidding ;)

Well I am sorry but I do love receiving flowers, either way they are going to die off sooner then you think so it makes my heart feel the beauty to receive them. To me flowers are a sign of love and I'll take all the love I can get. beautiful write Karla. Thank you for sharing.

Newfie Hugs are on the way, Rose

How so right! Leave them daisies alone! Nice write Karla!!!

Karla,
I agree with your message and I have to agree, too, with Marcia and her suggestion and way of giving. There is a worthwhile point of view in this poem and I thank you for it.
John

Karla great write, thank you for sharing
In Christs Love
Michelle!

i like this--not what i envisioned but..well expressed--i like it

Great pen Karla, makes you wonder what the flowers are thinking. Nice to read you again.

KARLA -

REMINDS ME OF THE OLD MOVIE - "PLEASE DON'T EAT THE DAISIES!"

EVENTUALLY - WE ALL WIND UP BEING ORGANIC MATTER - JUST FUTURE FERTILIZER -

SO - WEAR EYE PLUGS FOR THE SCREAMING - THEN GIVE THEM A DECENT MILITARY FUNERAL - AND MAYBE THEIR DECOMPOSITION WILL HELP YOUR ROSE BUSHES TO GROW?

P.S. - AMAZINGLY - I just starting writing a poem this morning entitled -
"Pushing Up Daisies" - a term my Dad always used about dead people -
sort of a combined Family epitaph - look for it soon ...

TK ...

daisies are flowers of the field -- my messengers of choice for the mark of anyone of life's special moments, marriage, a new birth, death, anniversaries, birthdays et al -- and I know that to accomplish that role, they must fall -- so I have unconsciously caused you many tears -- love your poem and the message -- but alas, I will confess, I'll not change my habits of use for them -- peace and love -- Jon Michael

I love your poem...the skill and talent; however.... I am one of those who USED TO HATE receiving flowers...and would get so angry...because I too wanted them to LIVE! However....as I grew older, and never received flowers anymore...I began to realize that the flowers were representing so much more when they were given to me with "love and affection" even if they had to die within a week.... the joy they gave/give me is priceless! and...besides.....the flowers do not live forever in the field either....they crumble and die as well...lasting a little longer perhaps... but... to receive one or two of those precious daisies fresh picked by my little boys for mommie...or my grandbabies picking a violet or rose from the neighbors yard for grandmother.....those are priceless gifts to me...
To each his/her own.... hugs.... lindalaw

I have loved to give and even receive flowers but as most flowers sold in florists etc are grown specifically for the use of showing affection I do not have qalms about giving them. Potted plants and flowers as Marcia suggested though are a viable alternative especially if ones that continue to bloom year after year and beautify a new area.

Fee

Oh my, never ever thought of that, you are so right and this is so tender...

You are so right Karla and I love the poem. Long ago I stopped buying cut flowers and instead give a potted plant or flowers growing in a pot that can be put into the ground later.

Wow! this is different and will make many wonderf as do I ,if we should just leave flowers where they are and admire them that way.Yet, they are going to die anyway,so can it harm them to be in my home where they get loving attention until they pass;-0 I say this as I admire the lovely fresh daffodils I watched open and greet the world (and me) with a great big beautiful gorgeous yellow
smile;-) see what a dilemma you caused? Great poem!

Love,
Eileen

Again, sad but well written Karla.

Sad write, but a darn good one! Well done, Karla; brava! Love the piccy!

(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, Karen Lynn. :)

A true and heartfelt lament for the Daisie. Sad when they die. Hugs, J'nia

I love daisies, my favorite flowers and they always make me smile...
peace and love, Carole~

I find it interesting that some flowers, like roses, don't produce more flowers unless their old ones wilt and die or are picked...

And then there are dandelions...hee, hee... My mom used to tell us that she loved dandelions...at least we always thought she did because of the way she would ooh and ah over our bowlfuls of yellow. It wasn't until we were much older that we realized that she loved it when we picked the yellow dandelions because then they wouldn't pop into white seeds and send their prolific hearts all over the grass. hee, hee...
So, Karla......Can we send you bouquets of dandelions?? hee, hee...
Cryssa

Now girl, a bouquet of plastic flowers can't be so bad! todays they make artificial flowers that need to be put in water to send their fragrance out, you can touch them and you can't tell them from real or not.
I have seen them in an Official's office in Edmonton (Canada) way back.
Bet you would have pleasure all year around.

Georg

Hi Karla, Daisies have always been my favorite flower.. simple yet complex they are... and the one that dies almost a sudden death when picked. That's why I've always said, "don't bring me flowers"... excellent emotional nature write.... love it, my friend...

In Spirit,
Bear

A Friend to the Flowers - sounds marvelous, to me.