Daisy Chain
At first glance
one looks like the other
but each is unique
And the pattern they make
is the allure of the story
and the body we cling to
Some are held dear
Others hang by a thread
Still others are tightened by knots
that must be untangled in the end
Or chewed off
the way the serpent eats its tail
It distances itself from its birth
and ends up where it starts
He loves me, he loves me not
is the question we weigh as we string
She loves me, she loves me not
Is the chain of days ever long enough?
The childhood ones are as faded
as the final ones will be
All are fragile for better or worse
And all are worthy of cherishing
Colleen Redman__________dVerse Poets Pub
February 10th, 2014 3:31 pm
You do such a great job of laying it down, all one can do is to simply lay back stick a blade of grass in between the lips an hum some tunes. Not much to say in comment, as you do all the heavy lifting.
Thanks for this. I made chains to actual forts out of dandelions when a wee Howl I was.
February 10th, 2014 5:09 pm
What Hudson said…
February 10th, 2014 6:31 pm
Thanks for the feedback. It means a lot.
February 11th, 2014 5:22 pm
we are all that fragile….
and we do wrestle those insecurities
of are we loved….
but all are worthy of cherishing, for sure.
smiles.
February 11th, 2014 5:43 pm
fascinated by the serpent and the lines about distancing from birth and ending up where it starts. Interesting write.
February 11th, 2014 6:42 pm
Delicate and beautifullly true Colleen – a fully realised piece I enjoyed very much… With Best Wishes Scott http://www.scotthastie.com
February 11th, 2014 7:19 pm
Yes, all ARE worthy of cherishing indeed.
February 11th, 2014 9:46 pm
True, all are worth cherishing. Your poem reminded me of an old woman thinking of all the people she’s loved at the end of her days. I love the comparison to the snake.
February 11th, 2014 10:58 pm
The cherishing part is the one from
childhood to remember..
a love first savored
last is a love
last remembered..
first..
February 12th, 2014 12:56 am
i loved making daisy chains as a kid and i love the idea to use that image to make your point… cool and palpably visible
February 12th, 2014 3:28 am
Yes, cherishing is something we do that brings its own reward.
February 12th, 2014 4:50 am
I enjoyed the analogy between daisies and people, all to be cherished.
February 12th, 2014 6:51 am
I think I smelt a daisy while reading. Not the greatest of flower smells, but it demonstrates the power of your words.
February 12th, 2014 10:12 am
For me the final stanza changes the meaning of every other word in the poem…read several times and found your poem full of commentary on life and love…very fine writing.
February 12th, 2014 11:58 am
fragile, yes
but so much strength untapped…
February 12th, 2014 1:50 pm
Hi Colleen–somehow the treasuring of the memories I have of weaving daisy chains with my sister on the grass–we spent a fair amount of time doing that–at lest that is how it feels in my memories–I wonder if she carries these same memories
I would love to follow your blog–but do not see a “subscribe by email” and I don’t know how to do the RSS feed thing–
February 12th, 2014 1:51 pm
oh wait–maybe I figured it out!
February 12th, 2014 8:30 pm
This is the kind of poem that leaves me feeling happy and daisies are the kind of simple flowers that bring joy. No reason we should not make daisy chains as adults! It would do our world good.
February 12th, 2014 8:50 pm
Wonderful poem 🙂
February 13th, 2014 1:59 pm
White daisies are my favorite flower. Nice poem Colleen!
July 16th, 2014 10:53 pm
[…] 9. He loves me, he loves me not/ is the question we weigh as we string / She loves me, she loves me not / is the chain of days ever long enough? / The childhood ones are as faded / as we know the last ones will be / And all are fragile for better or worse / All are worthy of cherishing – Read the rest of Daisy Chain HERE. […]