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The Yoke of Daisy






The Yoke of Daisy







Big open field of daisies in the



Wind like Bob Dylan's answer.



The delicate, sanctifying breeze rustling their petals,



Whispering secrets



And rumours,



Fantasies.



Possible tragedies.



In the heart of a desperate lover,



Pulled in a hundred directions.



Doubt, and hope in the same thought.



Tarot cards, tea leaves, oracles and crystal balls



Unspecific, cliché, unwillingly magical.



But daisies' prophecies never lie



No magic. Yes or no - straightforward



Sometimes painfully



Their petals cry as they are yanked



From their yoke and trembling fingers



Left with the future



In a stem In their hands –



Closure - an answer easier



To accept when it is grown,



In the Earth.



It's yellow - yoke of the sun.



It's simplicity shining



In time



Everything



Even the petal



Of the yoke



That said, 'no'



Will compost into the heart of



The earth and will renew



A daisy.






Lorraine Driscoll







Lorraine Driscoll lives in Eastern Ontario with her husband and her 11-year-old daughter. She writes poetry, historical fiction and also maintains a website where she regularly writes about healing children's neurodevelopmental disorders through holistic approaches. Lorraine's articles have appeared in various columns and newspapers in Eastern Ontario. She is actively involved with environmental efforts to protect endangered species, prevent deforestation and reduce environmental toxicity.


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