Pink Lilies and White Daisies

by Poet on the Piano   Mar 27, 2012


They came one day unannounced
and without a face or name....
tucked comfortably inside a glass vase,
no stones, no tags within,
just flowing greens trying to brighten
what I hated about myself.

And on that Tuesday, I was sitting
on torn white and blue chairs,
trying to tell everyone
my fever was only a subtle worry....
and that I needn't stay home.

Yet I was burning up with lies-
when would the week come
where I wouldn't fear being
a presence among others?

But when the flowers followed
me to my room,
I suddenly wanted to use other's
encouragement as a path to sunshine....
instead of pushing away those rays.
Their silences had been my bandages
for too long, I wanted their words,
their souls to show me the color
and love in all of us....
that no matter what befalls us,
we don't wither.

When the flowers came,
I never looked at day the same.
Skies changed- I saw clouds
as constant reminders
that the world shifts,
but I don't have to be left behind.

I don't have to change for anyone,
and like the pink lilies and white daisies,
I should not be missing the reason
to let others see what my heart
truly means.

Written March 27, 2012

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  • 12 years ago

    by TJ Arizona Eagle

    I have to agree with the above. especially about the long poems, I find my interest isn't held long but this was an amazing piece of poetry. I never lost interest or found the need to stop reading..
    Your wording is excellent and hold the reader close till the end..
    Bravo ...excellent piece of art

  • 12 years ago

    by Britt

    MA*

    I feel like this a very deep, personal poem that perhaps I won't truly understand, but I did take my own meaning away.

    We all have habits, sometimes good, sometimes bad. Perhaps some are negative feelings toward yourself, low self esteem - the need to fit in. Look better, act different, speak another language even - the social pressures on people today are so high to be 'just the right kind of person', that no one seems to care what's really inside anymore. And here, its like you're saying the negativity is sticking around - you are living this doom and gloom life, and with the love of others you're going to find your way out of it. Absolute proof in this poem that no one will change until they truly want to - that's the biggest message I got out of this.

    Poetically speaking your words always draw me in - you craft such an image in my head it's hard to really recognize, it's something I would never possibly come up with on my own. You have a brilliant way of telling stories and being so descriptive, it's almost as though I feel like these should be my thoughts, my images - you make them seem like such a stark reality. You have a true gift, not many writers here can do that.

    This poem seemed kind of long compared to others but it really kept my interest - typically I'm bored, but your images kept me wanting more - wondering where you were going to go, what path the subject chose to take - did they want to be happy, or remain in this oddly sad comfort? Ohh, your poetry. It's brilliant. All the time :)