daisy my eyes

daisy my eyes
so they bloom summer
the way plants know it

unseeing mirrors
of petal and stigma
reflecting sun

About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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15 Responses to daisy my eyes

  1. hypercryptical says:

    Do so love the first stanza – pure perfection.
    Anna :o]

  2. nelle says:

    Daisy my eyes, indeed! I love that…

  3. Alice Keys says:

    daisy my eyes
    in the cut throat of my vase
    turned sun ward shining

    Lovely, oh Poet of Buffalo.

  4. Starralee says:

    All around Lovely.

  5. Trent Lewin says:

    Weave and twist this further and bigger for us, Daniels, so that we actually get a summer. We are oh so desperate. Maybe in Buffalo you are desperate too. But we’re closer to the mouth that makes all this wind, and it’s still giving us hell.

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