Pulling Petals from a Daisy

[jbstillwater]

Thoughtful days – thoughtless nights;
sweet winter memories.
For there is heat within the heart
that melts snow from a winter flower.
Images of torn-between.
Choosing to remember.
Longing to forget
Caresses tender, crooked smile.
Naughty nights in cramped spaces.
A body mapped with paths,
yet no signs to follow-virgin woods.
North or south?
How he loved me!
Purple passion ‘pon my limbs
and a kiss goodbye
to remember on thoughtless nights,
bringing fire to light-lit embers,
and memories of spring gone-by.

He loves me - he loves me not
He loves me - he loves me not!

[pegesus]

memories live within our heart and souls of past loves....teaching us...helping us...find the path that leads us to our hearts destiny....this evokes so much memories for everyone who reads this of their journies to understand and find their true love....well written and excellent imagery...i enjoyed this immensly
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[Lisa Arnold]

very well-writen and expresse, I enjoyed the read!

thanks for the post!

[rrw]

A nicely worded memory poem... lots of love... and I really enjoy the idea that pulling the petals from a flower.... has a certain amount of pain... which mirrors the pain of love. Nice work.

[purplespirit]

This is admirable Jan and perfectly narrated. There is much feeling and sentiments with it and surely stirs some memories within the reader. Once long ago we did "ask" the daisies without knowing about real love yet.
Thank you my friend, it was pure joy to read this. Ulla xx

[jbstillwater]

Thanks guys, glad you liked it. Yes, Robert, pulling petals - pain and random guessing about love and the consequences. Huggs to all - Jan