DAISY

a daisy closes up each night

each petal transforms into a layer of protection

a shield to protect its life from

our life

and it does not care about being beautiful because in that moment

it needs to survive

yet it is

(beautiful)

every curve of every petal emulating the curves of every woman who bore life

into the world

the blush of her skin, a stain of new life upon her cheeks

each petal wears its blemish with courage

a petal

a teardrop

of the artist who is made of watercolour

who believes that what they create is more beautiful than what they are

so they seek to hide

to hide themselves amongst their surroundings

to blend in with what looks beautiful on the page in front of them

a shield of their own creation

protection against their own perception of themselves

a thought rattling against

colliding with the walls of a brain

the same brain behind the page of what is

beautiful

 

an echo inspired

by the life we

wish we could

be

Reviews

[Sonakshi Arora]

This is simply beautiful :)

[lua]

thank you :)

[The Twin Arenas]

there's a moment in this poem where the poem stops being about the daisy and begins being about the woman, and the artist. That transition is made very gracefully, and is a necessary skill for good poetry.

[lua]

thank you so much :)