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:

Anonymous said...

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

Dana S. Whitney 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 Miller said...

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

Anonymous said...

I love it! So simple and true. ;)