Paper Daisies

There's a field of paper daisies outside my house;

undoubtedly as real as I,

yet strangers simply pass it by.

The wind creates its colours as they sway,

and they,

with their beauty,

seem to call the very day.  

Sometimes I wander wondering through it

and know the world has nothing to it;

among those paper daisies lie,

knowing just that time goes by

from the changing of the sky.

Sometimes I see you passing by;

silent,

as if you fear

that they'll draw near

and steal the waking hope you feel

like breath from your lips.

As briefly your gaze slips

my heart skips;

eyes reflecting only you

for maybe,

just 

maybe,

you

can see it too

Reviews

[M.E.Lyle]

You write in such a fluid manner, expressing your thoughts as if painting on canvas. Does anyone ever see beauty the same way?

[GBU POETRY ONLY]

PD is beautiful soul searching poetry ... A soft and gentle flowing wind
flows throughout this poem. Also, wonderfully lyrical. Kudos, L!
GBU

[K.C. Zbryk]

This short piece is beautiful and the way that you long for someone else to see the beauty of what you created is something i can relate to. That simple longing to have someone to share our creations with is touching and reaches out to the reades soul. Brilliant writing and the rhyme scheme was well used as well.

[asdarkeyesclose]

'As briefly your gaze slips
my heart skips;'

i love the texture of the rhyme just drifting, peppered here and there, it read very naturally and the idea of the paper daisies, idealistic and then slightly sinister. a great poem.