Love, Pluck, Pluck

A Petal Plucking Poem in 12 lines

I'm

a daisy,

my petals

you can pluck,

She loves you,

She loves you not,

and if it's the last petal

you are so wishing to see,

too

bad

Pal

'cause now I'm a tree.

Dedicated to my friend, Chris, who sees shapes in poetry 

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

I am honoured :)) More shapes and daisy plucking. Wouldn't dream of plucking the petals of such a lovely flower, though I have been known to hug a tree or two. Visually pleasing, made me smile.

Chris

[Dylan Macadham]

Thanks Chris :) ... perhaps we've inspired a new poetry genre haha