Daisies
contemplative quatrains94 total reviews
Comment from Joan E.
Smart of you to take preventive action, that is if folks read your notes. I had someone tell me recently they didn't have the time to look up the words I used, when all they had to do was refer to my brief notes. Oh, well, we can only try to be helpful. I too have looked up "till" to learn how to best use it.
Now, for your poem. My favorite phrase is "first when free"--it seems to me the whole poem is created to lead to this argument. The picture proves the point: they are too beautiful to disturb, much less pick. I also enjoyed your dew-like sprinkles of alliteration.
reply by the author on 20-Apr-2009
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Smart of you to take preventive action, that is if folks read your notes. I had someone tell me recently they didn't have the time to look up the words I used, when all they had to do was refer to my brief notes. Oh, well, we can only try to be helpful. I too have looked up "till" to learn how to best use it.
Now, for your poem. My favorite phrase is "first when free"--it seems to me the whole poem is created to lead to this argument. The picture proves the point: they are too beautiful to disturb, much less pick. I also enjoyed your dew-like sprinkles of alliteration.
Comment Written 20-Apr-2009
reply by the author on 20-Apr-2009
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Thanks so much, Joan, and yes, several times I've had people ask me something that was in the notes - one can only do so much! LOL Brooke :-)
Comment from Domino
Hi, Brooke;
'The brightest I have seen' ?
'To make a fine bouquet'?
A lovely spring read with a clever and thoughtful message.
The humble yet beautiful daisy cut in its prime and removed from its natural environment.
Mind you, I'm not sure florists and undertakers would agree with your message. ;-)
Best wishes, Ray xx
reply by the author on 20-Apr-2009
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Hi, Brooke;
'The brightest I have seen' ?
'To make a fine bouquet'?
A lovely spring read with a clever and thoughtful message.
The humble yet beautiful daisy cut in its prime and removed from its natural environment.
Mind you, I'm not sure florists and undertakers would agree with your message. ;-)
Best wishes, Ray xx
Comment Written 20-Apr-2009
reply by the author on 20-Apr-2009
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Well, I think the florists and undertakers get their flowers from greenhouse sources, not from trips to the woods. LOL Thanks, Ray :-) Brooke
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I happen to have a thriving floristry business, Brooke. I also live in a cave in a large wood (with a witch) and my overheads are zero. Mwahahaha
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How thriving is this business, Ray - I might have to start showing more interest in you! ;-)
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LMAO!!
I can't tell you, Brooke, as my cave isn't connected to the internet. xx
Comment from bard owl
I love flowers and you obviously do, too. You have described what I sometimes feel about cut flowers and I seldom take the ones from my yard. They seem, like your daisies, so happy to be just where they bloom. Excellent imagery and flawless execution, as usual. This was a very pleasant read. BLessings, Linda
reply by the author on 20-Apr-2009
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I love flowers and you obviously do, too. You have described what I sometimes feel about cut flowers and I seldom take the ones from my yard. They seem, like your daisies, so happy to be just where they bloom. Excellent imagery and flawless execution, as usual. This was a very pleasant read. BLessings, Linda
Comment Written 20-Apr-2009
reply by the author on 20-Apr-2009
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Linda, thanks so much - I had to write about flowers on this dreary, pouring day! :-) Brooke
Comment from grassroots08
And it was all about a single daisy told. This was a delight to read and fill myself up on. Thanks for sharing this piece, it was well penned to be sure, Cheers, Don
reply by the author on 20-Apr-2009
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And it was all about a single daisy told. This was a delight to read and fill myself up on. Thanks for sharing this piece, it was well penned to be sure, Cheers, Don
Comment Written 20-Apr-2009
reply by the author on 20-Apr-2009
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Don, thank you - I always appreciate your visits and comments, Brooke :-)
Comment from starkat
Hi Brooke,
Beautifully written and rhymed poem with a dazzling display of alliteration. I would have used the word "till" exactly as you did. Yes... philosophy and commentary.. the benefit to you is that beautiful bouquets would spruce up your surroundings and make everything bright and cheery. My dad does this everyday... goes for walks with the dog through the woods and the neighbors estates and comes home with bunches of bouquets. They do make the rooms in the house and the porch more cheerful and sunny. So, the benefit is personal and I understand where you're coming from. You have a bit of a guilty conscience plucking them from their natural habitat, when their lot in life is to grow wild and free. So, in the cost/benefit analysis of picking flowers, you're happier to let them all be .. as nature intended. I feel somewhat the same way, and rarely pick a flower.
Lovely picture of the daisys with a bright, colorful and cheerful presentation. I enjoyed the nature walk and contemplating picking a few of them. But, they'll still be there on the next walk, so I'll let them be. There'll even more flowers on the next walk with more rain and sunshine.
Delightful poem... ;) Art
reply by the author on 20-Apr-2009
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Hi Brooke,
Beautifully written and rhymed poem with a dazzling display of alliteration. I would have used the word "till" exactly as you did. Yes... philosophy and commentary.. the benefit to you is that beautiful bouquets would spruce up your surroundings and make everything bright and cheery. My dad does this everyday... goes for walks with the dog through the woods and the neighbors estates and comes home with bunches of bouquets. They do make the rooms in the house and the porch more cheerful and sunny. So, the benefit is personal and I understand where you're coming from. You have a bit of a guilty conscience plucking them from their natural habitat, when their lot in life is to grow wild and free. So, in the cost/benefit analysis of picking flowers, you're happier to let them all be .. as nature intended. I feel somewhat the same way, and rarely pick a flower.
Lovely picture of the daisys with a bright, colorful and cheerful presentation. I enjoyed the nature walk and contemplating picking a few of them. But, they'll still be there on the next walk, so I'll let them be. There'll even more flowers on the next walk with more rain and sunshine.
Delightful poem... ;) Art
Comment Written 20-Apr-2009
reply by the author on 20-Apr-2009
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Art, I think the world is going to be fine even if your dad picks a few flowers :-) I've picked a few myself from time to time! :-D Thanks, Brooke
Comment from RG Hamilton
Once again, Brooke. You've created lovely message delivered with style. I find no fault with this lovely piece. The rhymes, rhythm and flow were flawless to my ear. Thank you for your wonderful work. Alas, I am out of sixes so early in the week.
Robert
reply by the author on 20-Apr-2009
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Once again, Brooke. You've created lovely message delivered with style. I find no fault with this lovely piece. The rhymes, rhythm and flow were flawless to my ear. Thank you for your wonderful work. Alas, I am out of sixes so early in the week.
Robert
Comment Written 20-Apr-2009
reply by the author on 20-Apr-2009
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Robert, thank you - your reviews are always so encouraging. Brooke :-)
Comment from Nanny 6
Author notes can be dreaful, lol. You did clear up that little till, thingy, I've been called on that one before as well. Anyway, enough of that...Your poem is splendid! Love the sing song flow, and the lesson of nature. Picking flowers leads to ones pleasure, yet brings death to the beautiful flower. Have a great day! P.S. Your poetry must be what I need right now, cause I'm sure enjoying the brightness of your words, Brooke. Thank you. Judy
reply by the author on 20-Apr-2009
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Author notes can be dreaful, lol. You did clear up that little till, thingy, I've been called on that one before as well. Anyway, enough of that...Your poem is splendid! Love the sing song flow, and the lesson of nature. Picking flowers leads to ones pleasure, yet brings death to the beautiful flower. Have a great day! P.S. Your poetry must be what I need right now, cause I'm sure enjoying the brightness of your words, Brooke. Thank you. Judy
Comment Written 20-Apr-2009
reply by the author on 20-Apr-2009
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Judy, thank you for the truly generous rating and the wonderfully warm comments - I am thrilled you're enjoying my poems. :-) You've made this dreary rainy day a much brighter one :-) Brooke
Comment from Gert sherwood
Hello Brooke,
I read you notes.
You certainly can use the word till.
Here is what I found about the word till-
till conjunction
: until
(C)1996 Zane Publishing, Inc. and Merriam-Webster, Incorporated.
Daises are one of mine and Stan's favorite flower to have in our garden which we have on the sides our swimming pool.
I love your bright glowing poem.
thank you for a bright and happy poem
smiles
Gert
reply by the author on 20-Apr-2009
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Hello Brooke,
I read you notes.
You certainly can use the word till.
Here is what I found about the word till-
till conjunction
: until
(C)1996 Zane Publishing, Inc. and Merriam-Webster, Incorporated.
Daises are one of mine and Stan's favorite flower to have in our garden which we have on the sides our swimming pool.
I love your bright glowing poem.
thank you for a bright and happy poem
smiles
Gert
Comment Written 20-Apr-2009
reply by the author on 20-Apr-2009
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Gert, thank you! I love it that you and Stan have favorite flowers as a couple :-) Brooke
Comment from Sardinesandsucker
Hello adewpearl,
Another fine poem. For me it is wonderfully strange that you pen this particular poem at this particular time. My mama recently shared a story from her childhood with me concerning dairies and her father's grave. Mama's father died when mama was seven. Her grandmother took her to see her father's grave. Along the way she found a white daisy, plucked a piece of it to place on her grave. A few years later when she returned she found that the daisy she had placed in the ground on her father's grave had grown into a bush. So you see your poem is especially wonderful for me as it reminds me of mama's story.
Peace and enlightenment
Always Sandina
reply by the author on 20-Apr-2009
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Hello adewpearl,
Another fine poem. For me it is wonderfully strange that you pen this particular poem at this particular time. My mama recently shared a story from her childhood with me concerning dairies and her father's grave. Mama's father died when mama was seven. Her grandmother took her to see her father's grave. Along the way she found a white daisy, plucked a piece of it to place on her grave. A few years later when she returned she found that the daisy she had placed in the ground on her father's grave had grown into a bush. So you see your poem is especially wonderful for me as it reminds me of mama's story.
Peace and enlightenment
Always Sandina
Comment Written 20-Apr-2009
reply by the author on 20-Apr-2009
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Sandina, what a wonderful family story - I am so happy my poem made you think of it - a bit of serendipity :-) Thank you, Brooke
Comment from NightWriter
"Daisies" is a beautiful quatrains poem, Brooke. Not only is this perfect in rhythm and rhyming, but the message is heart warming. Leaving the daisies there to be enjoyed by the bees and any other creature to appreciate. Bravo!
reply by the author on 20-Apr-2009
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"Daisies" is a beautiful quatrains poem, Brooke. Not only is this perfect in rhythm and rhyming, but the message is heart warming. Leaving the daisies there to be enjoyed by the bees and any other creature to appreciate. Bravo!
Comment Written 20-Apr-2009
reply by the author on 20-Apr-2009
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Thank you - I always appreciate your warm and gracious reviews. Brooke :-)
