Friday, March 12, 2010

Infatuation

Sludgy pulse beats so quickly, too quickly.
Slushy thoughts run so slowly, too slowly.
Does he?
Does he love me?
Oh, sweet daisy.  Forgive me.
Petals have I tossed aside
Nimbly shredding leaves in heartbeat rhythm.
So close, too close.
Green-smelling fingers end stem?
What then?
Gently pluck so softly, too softly.
Another daisy dies.

6 comments:

L.T. Elliot said...

"Petals have I tossed aside
Nimbly shredding leaves in heartbeat rhythm"

That is beautiful, my friend.

Kimberly said...

Oh the loveliness! Such an evocative poem. I can just FEEL it.

Lisa said...

Well written :-)

Lisa

mindyluwho said...

I actually sniffed my fingers to see if they smelled green. It's lovely!

Helmbunch said...

You have captured this important moment exactly. Thank you.

charrette said...

Whoa. I actually loved this!