Daisy on the Hill
Silhouetted
is one daisy on the hill
not surrounded by other blooms
but rather rocks and mud.
Head held high
this weed upon the knoll
claiming in its relentless stance
its refusal to be ruined.
White petals of perfection
circling a face of yellow
displaying an uncommon beauty
in a dismal setting of gray.
Rain falls to stroke its leaves
offering its supported gift.
Sun shines to add its worth
Extending added blessings.
Solo survivor,
is this grace of nature.
An eloquent reminder
life can endure.
~~~~
Memories
Whispering breeze on bending road
advises me turn and run.
Yet I shuffle toward the house
I fled when I was young.
Tears stain my silken threads,
fingers are cold and numb.
A man, my friend, beside me strolls.
His presence is helping some.
Never back the ghost wind moans.
How I long to turn and flee.
Still I continue to confront the past
that held such misery.
Trembling lips mumble lowly,
just once and I’ll be free.
Pounding heart knows it a lie
for my prison is memories.
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Jayne's poetry is not only beautifully written, but has much to share for many of us! I met Jayne at Authors Den and you can read more about her by clicking the title of this article!
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