That night our anger and pain
took the shape of a rain
poured down - lashing slaps
in the face of blooming daisies
plashing water's smooth surface
of puddles oiled by yellow moon
In the morning I felt... ashamed
looking at the soaked faces
of the beaten tender daisies.
A master of language You know exactly how to put feelings in a melodious way full of wonderful metaphors. I had a wow experience upon reading this poem very nicely written
There is pleasure in pain When the being is soaked in rain, The daisies' celebrate self sacrifice Why to feel ashamed? CP
Flowers are sexual symbols. Nocturnal jasmins open overnight in Giovanni Pascoli. Dino Campana was in search of roses together with Sibilla Aleramo and argued those weren't their roses. Robert Burns was a nice Scottish guy and sang 'red, red rose' in front of a pint. About wet daisies by Onelia Avelar...it looks a picture by an Impressionist...I leave them to you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is great writing.....full of ashamed regret x