Poppies and Daisies <br />Lying down upon oceans and rivers, the sun sets <br />while stars shoot across the sky, <br />contrasting in the sky's darkened mask. <br />We were lined up against a fence made of <br />splintered strives, <br />broken planks, <br />but despite the spiritless timber, <br />I leaned back because I knew nothing. <br />Typical children of the hovered oaks sat around me <br />their poppies and daisies faced up and smiled, <br />while mine, wilted and discolored, <br />and soon the fence and fields before me turned to black and white. <br /> <br />A breeze blew and waltzed through, <br />blowing the strands of the scholars beside me, <br />far to the left and far to the right, all their strands nuzzled the wind, <br />but my coarse locks of hair hung low, <br />sending shivers up my gruff neck and shoulders; <br />while the rest danced, I could barely stand. <br /> <br />Inspectors with clipboards made of judgment and so called 'love, ' <br />walked past our lines, <br />our military, <br />mastered lines, <br />they stood straight and tall with spines superb, <br />and I lacked their secure bones, <br />but nonetheless I smiled <br />just like the others' gardens did. <br /> <br />The inspectors backs turned and once more, against the fence we sat, <br />and on went setting suns, shooting stars and glowing moons; <br />I sat beside this fence not alone this time, an apprentice clasped my hand <br />and poured over my herbs a water full of a clarity, I knew had not existed. <br />I watched in awe as my cluster of my wilted and brown, poppies and daisies, <br />bloom into what had then turned into roses. <br /> <br />…Breezes blew the strands of my hair that day…<br /><br />Alyssa Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poppies-and-daisies/
