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The daisies were magnificent this year:
Swan-white, gilt-tipped, hearts blazing with
All the colors of a San Francisco sunset.
I wish you could have seen them!
I saved as many as I could, but – What?
Picnic in the meadow?
Sounds lovely, dear – Me? I...
[Hands fumble at the sill, rearranging pots]
You go, she says,
My flat's a mess, and I
Have daisies still to press.
Two new poems for you today! This one, and another here on my blog.
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neurotype Featured By Owner Dec 6, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist
I love the description here. The one thing I'm not sure of is how well the bit in brackets works, but that's more an issue with the formatting than the flow.
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Lawlessness45 Featured By Owner Dec 9, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
I enjoy the rhyme scheme within this poem. You did it well. I find it difficult to make rhyme meaningful, so I am always impressed when I find someone who can achieve that feat. Nice work. 
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MrWootton Featured By Owner Dec 12, 2014  Professional Writer
Thank you!
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OmegaTheOmniscient Featured By Owner Dec 6, 2014  Student General Artist
So preoccupied with trapping old memories that new ones cannot be made. I know the feeling well. Or at least, I know something like it.
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