My Heart’s on Fire
When I saw her for the first time
I thought she was beautiful.
She was only fifty feet away from me
yet she seemed tall
and I could hear every word
of their conversations.
My world was one
of black and white
of right and wrong
of happy endings.
Hers it seemed
was cold and lonesome
and always ended in misery.
It drove her to madness
and she tried to flee
but they caught her
and put her in an asylum.
I watched them do it
but what could I do?
I had convinced myself
there was nothing at all.
I didn’t see her for the longest time
and when I did, she had grown a bit.
I heard her say that her boyfriend
was a gang member
and there had been a murder.
I figured it was not a good time.
I left and went home.
The next time I saw her was in Macy’s
She was working there
but she was chatting with a stranger.
When they left together
I went home alone.
The last time I saw her
she had gotten a movie contract
and had gotten married
but that didn’t last long.
Her Mom was living by the beach
but her house caught fire and exploded.
No one knows where Daisy is.
I think if I try Netflix or maybe Hulu.
I’ll be able to find her.
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- Comment from author about the poem: Who is she?
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I love the poem! It could be made into a book.
Thank you. Her true life story is equally tragic.
what a sad ending for both daisy and the writer... nicely penned dear poet
Thank you Aradhya. The writer is just a writer. The story is fiction, somewhat. It's about falling for an actress' persona.
i felt the writer expressed some sort of attachment towards her, then maybe not.. :)) but anyways, you have beautifully expressed a biter story there, dear poet!
When you're young it is common to become attached to an actress or actor, or maybe a singer or other performer. It's an infatuation. In this case the protagonist is captivated by an actress that he sees in movies. Each time he sees her it is in the movie. The thing is to figure who she is by the few clues in the poem. She had a long career.
I felt like watching a movie! I love how the missed opportunities are portrayed. A sad ending but that’s what strengthens the impact of this poem, tragedy is beauty in itself
Well I just gave you 4 movies, all worth watching, If you can figure which they are. Hint, Daisy is one of her characters.
At a guess it would seem the writer had fallen in love with a movie queen
- - -- very intriguing story Phil - - - what a sad end to her films of adventure in this tragic but poetic tale of losing traceo of Daisy - - great read my friend.
Thank you, Fay. You are absolutely correct. He is in love with a movie Queen. Each meeting is a reflection of what he's seeing in her movie. Daisy is one of the characters in one of the movies.
I hope people can figure out who she is. There was a tragic end to her life as well. Thanks again for your comments.
Yes, find her. If she is the love of your life, then yes, it is very important. You cannot always rely on pure reason to punish your soul. Neither can we admit to these things in society, for fear of being anguished or persecuted. Thank you for sharing. I have also experienced true love, and it is the hardest thing to get over. I almost got in trouble with the law in the process of looking. Though, I kept looking, and eventually, I found someone new.
Thank you, Jonas Robinson. For your comments and insight. True love, if we ever find it, is the most wonderful thing in life. Glad you have found someone.
this is soooooooooooo damned good sir .. something about it made me think of the late great Leonard Norman Cohen .. I could only like these words more, if I had written each one myself ... Neville
Thank you, Neville. Wow, Leonard Cohen, maybe because it didn't work out so well? Or maybe, Leonard was in love with a Movie Queen? Each meeting described in this poem is him reflecting what he sees on the screen. There are clues in each to who she is. Hazard a guess? Maybe, she didn't play as much in England as in the U.S. Thanks again for your comments and encouragement.
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