Plucking Daisies..... Sigh Relief......
Adored cherished as one Sistine chapel
In time memorial
Time has become but a painful itch
Which barrs which cuts and scars
I dont want a poxy
Scratched back
Stroked sordid lie
I dont want roses culled in their masses
For Tescos, from Asda
For some shitty supermarket shareholder to rub his palms together stroking green superficial paper.....no
I hope
Yeah dream for a daisy plucked in honesty
With thought, with due care
Just that effort of leaning down and plucking one pretty weed
Just for me
My world for a daisy,
My love for a dandelion
For a kiss that is truthfully felt
Not one poxy crappy kiss of obligation
Strangulated in gold
And certainly not one bunch of dead perfectly piled flora bunda
Suffocating in cellophane
poem by Karen Sinclair
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