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Bronze...Just A Weed

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Absolute brilliance of natures glory

as shown in this magnificent flower

The Daisy appears to be just a weed

but it's petals and crown hold significant power



He loves me, he loves me not

we play the childish game

But when all the white petals are removed

the crown of gold on a stem remains



Peace and patience the white petals cry

sun shines in the crown while we soar

It's only a weed we tell ourselves

it's beauty and message we ignore



So when we play this childish game

and pulling the white petals we lose

Do not discard the crown without thinking

our hand holds the sun of the life we choose



He loves me, he loves me not

we should not measure our life to succeed

For the Daisy carries a powerful message

God sent with his carrier just a weed

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  • Swan song gold member
    November 25
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    nicely woven!!!! I have played that game lol

  • Bruce silver member
    July 17
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    This is really nice, Leaf. I especially liked the first stanza, which I thought was quite lyrical! The last stanza was very solid, too. Brava!

  • Bruce silver member
    March 21

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    Yes! This is excellent! God reveals himself in all things. You found beauty in a weed as Wm Blake found infinity in a flower.


  • Howard Manser gold member
    March 4

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    BRAVO!

    I loved the theme you carried throughout... "For the Daisy carries a powerful message

    God sent with his carrier just a weed"

    So simple yet beautiful. I am jealous

    One more for the road, "On a Day with No Promise" http://allpoetry.com/poem/5091227

  • Papagallo
    February 25

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    I like this poem. Rminded me of the daisies my mother grew years ago. I give them often to my wife, as she is a lover of this flower. a beautiful poem and thanks for sharing your work with us.


  • LittleMoon silver member
    February 25

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    So simple and so lovely. A weed? There is no such thing. It is a plant that is growing where it is not desired. A lawn full of daisies is a little girls fairyland or a gardeners nightmare. Sheila

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