Charmed Chaos
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Call Me Daisy
I am but a tiny seed
Carried by unsettled wind
Until I find a resting place
In wayward stones and sand.
Desert sand is my companion
With a grainy texture so fine
Making it a perfect home
For an African Daisy to grow.
Every year with patience I wait
Yearning for the cold winter rains
To nurture my seed so it sprouts
For that’s when my glorious colors begin.
In vivid shades of orange and yellow
With an intricate pollen and black eye
I smile from my velvet heart center
At the warming sun in a a turquoise sky.
When this arid land starts to parch and sear,
My short life is ending as I droop and fade
So I drop my delicate children seeds
Who then await the chilly winter rains.
And come next spring’s season,
They carpet stones and sand
As if almighty God himself
Had painted this sacred land.
©2020 Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s Note: I have become enamored with African Daisies, which are profuse in my neighborhood. I have a few started for this year but the pics are from a neighbor’s yard. They will grow anywhere it seems so they are tough, yet so bright and cheerful!
Come join us today where I am hosting dVerse Poetics The topic is “To Be a Flower”. The prompt goes live at 3:00 PM EST. Hope to see you there!
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I love it when the desert blooms… the short bright life of such flowers must be so uplifting.
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It truly is!
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Awesome poem! I love spring 👍
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Thank you!
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The verses are beautifully penned and I love the flowers carpeting the garden in various colors. Those are hardy and delightful flowers.
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Yes, they are! Thank you so much Grace.
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What a marvelous journey!
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Thank you Kaylaann.
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Flowers that grow in adversity are always beautiful 🙂
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Yes, they are. Thank you Jane.
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Amazing story. It’s wonderful how those tiny seeds can carpet a desert. You paint a beautiful picture.
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Thank you Sarah! We’ve had a nice amount of rain and they are gorgeous right now.
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What wonderful flowers. I had daisies one year in a pot, you’re right about them being a very cheerful plant.
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Thank you Carol. And I have to say, these daisies are tough, growing where they do.
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I bet they glow in the moonlight. What a compelling beauty they are, growing cheerfully in the most inhospitable gravel.
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I know, right? Thanks Lisa.
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Every time I read your work… it’s just bright, always Bright! Little lovely wake up calls to the dreary. ☀️
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Thank you so kindly.
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You bet! ☀️
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how perfectly daizaling glorious, Linda [sorry a new word derived from daisy]
you generalied, carpeting our world with colour ..
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Thank you!
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A perfect rocking of the prompt. I almost picked the African Daisy myself, though I’ve never seen them. Your first person narrative works very well. My favorite yellow flower is when mustard plants blossom, acres of gold.
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Thank you Glenn. I’ve seen photos of mustard in bloom but never in person. It looks spectacular in a hit is so I imagine it is even more so live.
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The opening voice really set the tone of the poem for me. A seed of hope in the journey of life. It really was a lovely read. I read it twice.
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Thank you so much.
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You painted a lovely portrait of this hardy, colorful flower.
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Thank you!
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I like the last line and this one: “I smile from my velvet heart center”
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Thank you Frank.
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seeds become a carpet of beauties. I learnt something new about growing daisies from you.
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Thank you Gina!
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African daisies are so different from the daisies that I know, so colourful and hardy, and the seeds must make long journeys until they ‘find a resting place in wayward stones and sand’, and then have such a short life. It’s so interesting for me, someone who has never been in a desert, to learn that there are cold winter rains there.
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Thank you Kim. And yes, at times the storms are powerful. A couple of weeks ago, we had pea sized hail!
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I love these also, and your poem.
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Thank you!
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The poem was as lovely as the photographs. Thanks so much!
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Thank you!
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Lovely words and lovely flowers and such a joy when the drylands bloom.
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Yes, so true.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Your photos are a burst of color as is your poem. I love how you’ve taken us full circle.
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Thank you kindly.
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Daisies, like Sunflowers, always bring a smile to my face! Your poem reminds me of when I lived in Dallas and saw all the Texas wildflowers along the highways. Beautiful 🙂
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Thank you Christine. I am a native Texan, and I so miss those wildflowers!
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I’m sure, as I do. I’m not a native Texan but lived there for 14 years and really enjoyed it 🙂
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