God, Pluck, Pluck

A Petal Plucking Poem in 12 lines

Pick 

a daisy,

pluck

its petals,

God is, 

God isn't,

He loves me,

He loves me not, 

He begat Us,

We begat Him,

pluck,

pluck.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Petal plucking seems a tad cruel to me :) Why not let the beautiful flower live in peace for its short life instead of subjecting it to torture. Do you think God would approve of such destruction of one of his creations? I like where you went with this poem my mind wandered far beyond flowers and on to people and places.

Chris

[Dylan Macadham]

OMG, Chris, you're right! I had not considered it from the flower's point of view! I am a brute, a picker, a plucker, a pugnacious plunderer of daisies! haha
Thanks! :)

[Chris Shaw]

What wonderful alliteration. I just noticed the violence in the shape of your poem. It looks like a spear head :)

[Dylan Macadham]

I think you have discovered 3-D Poetry!
Message, Phrase, Shape! :D