Just a childhood game?
I question by plucking petals
one by one
What will the outcome be
ever growing in well-being green
not under a burnt orange sky
Will a sun appear overwhelming
in yellow intellect before all the
petals fall in disarray among the
weeds before I am finished
Or, will He just call and tell me
that he loves Me, and can't live
without me...as am I to ponder in
my living garden of daisy colors
(c) Daisy, daisy does He love Me
04August2011 Vivian L. Dawson
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Reviewed by Rory Dall (Reader)
Reviewed on August 10, 2011
Brought a smile to my face, this one. I remember the girls at school playing this game, I suspect the more numerate cheated a little on the outcome. Hope you didn't have to cheat.
The poem just goes to prove that you don't need some lofty subject to inspire you.
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
The poem just goes to prove that you don't need some lofty subject to inspire you.