Pluck Pluck
Plucking
every silken
petal.
ask ask
asking
every torn
petal.
he loves me
he loves me not
he loves me
he loves me not.
petals strewn everywhere
loves me
loves me not,
the answer is
nowhere.
petals lie,
they can't decide my fate
one time they say he loves me
and then backfire
with he loves me not.
tears flood my eye
i can't believe petals lie.
i'm waiting, waiting
for my dream guy
to come by
and sweep me off my feet.
with every plucked petal
i'm hurting my heart.
i will feel special
if only they'd say
he loves me alot
if only these petals
would say
he loves me alot.
(29 May,2006)
great repetition, form, development. hey Preets. have been reading you this morn. I miss you! you have one good head on your shoulders, you know that? love, sjg x
Preeti, if only flower petals could determine love, ... it sure would make life easier. Good poem, well done! ! Brian
dear preeti, there is an innocence in this poem that i love a lot. good one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful petals! rgds