A Man and a Daisy: A Poem
One more time spring was coming
with my heart so drunk with joy
few little bees were humming
turning me into dreamy boy.
Spread on aromatic grass and lazy
with nothing in the world better to do
right beside I spotted this gentle tiny daisy
heaven being reflected in those petals so blue.
Now releasing a slow, dreamy sigh
as if groggy from that sunrays shower
and blending with the breeze passing by
I asked: “Where ends man and starts flower?”
Seemingly out of love I yanked the daisy
which started dying from that moment on
suddenly I realized why question was crazy
it took senseless man’s act for a life to be gone.
Even in a middle of a peaceful cheer
being playful with my careless power
I got my answer served and so clear —
that’s where starts man and ends flower.
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© 2018 Vladimir Karas