She stared at the daisy,
daring it to speak.
Opening her mind,
she heard the flower squeak.
Closing her eyes,
she listened again
a chorus of voices
soon joined in.
Lillys sang tenor,
daffodils bass,
all of the notes,
falling into place.
Soon the garden
became a symphony
conductor jumped in,
in the form of a bee.
Listening intently
til dusk masked the sky,
one last breath...
such a sweet way to die...
Author notes
Strange muse writing! lol
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Excellent
What a terrific write for the prompt. So very creative. Best of luck in the contest
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I really like this. Lots of imagination ... or maybe not, maybe really happening.
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A very beautiful picture painted with words especially in the last stanza!
Very nice writing! That last line REALLY strikes a chord with me!!!
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This is very beautiful... You actually made me like poems about nature.
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This is gorgeous.... and strangely enchanting.
Good luck in the contest!
~Sparrow
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