Evening Daisy

Alan R

The deep blues color the dusk

As nothing else has been planned 

And nothing left, in these empty hands


Daises droop down, into the grass 

Waiting for the sun to lift them up tomorrow 

And I allow this boomeranged sorrow


The one I sent away

When nothing else was planned

It's senescence though, is out of my hands


If I could only come back as daisies tomorrow 

As if it's been timelessly planned

But my clock work suffers, from stuck hands 


A cold blue night is upon me

I don't want anything to be planned 

I'll droop down, maybe you can carry me in your hands?




  • Author: Alan R (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 20th, 2024 00:01
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 6
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  • Cassie58

    Such a sad piece. I felt sorrow and regret here amid the drooping daisies. Even the thought of a drooping daisy conveys sadness. They are such a delightful little flower when they open up to the sun. Have a pleasant Saturday Alan.

  • Alan R

    Daises are beautiful indeed! Have a great weekend!

  • Neville

    Hey Alan, have you seen breaking bad .. I think it was brilliant .. and your gift here is Sadder than Sad .. Neville

  • Alan R

    Yeah I've seen it in parts ...

    Sadness yeah, just a guest, an interesting one....

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