Yup, it could have been a haiku. I tried, before I scrapped it all and wrote this instead …once again on the subject of spring and hope and optimism, and not just for a weather pattern.
rain flowers streaked the veined grass
while she smiled daisies
overhead a rainbow’s untrimmable light
and still, she smiled daisies
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I want to contain her, bottle her
and then release her everywhere
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No, she says, I am everywhere
when you look at the heart of a lotus petal
there you will find me and you.
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Did you want to contain that?
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No, I answer.
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I ask only for reverence, wonder, curiosity, and hope,
dear precious hope
to perpetually bubble up until it spills
into ever-wideneing circles of rainbows.
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Then I want to go to the highest skies and ask the rainbows:
I bid you please share your sage wisdom with me
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Ah, they say, be here, silent, smiling daisies,
you’re closer now than you’ve ever been.
©heartsdeesire
I love your poem about daisies, in such great poetic fashion – lovely! So glad it expanded beyond a haiku :)
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Smiles, words from the moon, I really, really tried but alas I guess I am not a woman of few words. Yet, I am thoroughly impressed with those who are, relative to haiku’s.
The Japanese loved to condense things. You can see the influence of it here, too, in PNW horticulture.
Thanks for the ping back, “PM27”!