Friday, July 20, 2007

IF Poem


The word for poem is very similar to posy or poesy and poems have traditionally been thought of as flowers.

He loves me. He loves me not.

I walked along the garden path
and entered through the gate
where daisies waved their dainty heads
and sang of love and hate!

He he, pretty cheesy, huh?

4 comments:

oVan said...

It's very nice Talitha! Soft and dreamy...just like a poem.

Knitting Painter Woman said...

I like your poem: Strong ambivalence is SO fascinating! And I haven't been here before, so I must also say that your dandelions are divine.

Nancy Bea said...

Not cheesy at all! A very interesting observation, and a sweet little illo. Your work is really beautiful.

get zapped said...

I love it! So simple and true. ;)