Treasure Island

ONElia AVElar

(Bulgaria)

A (f) lashback


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.

Submitted: Thursday, January 14, 2010
Edited: Thursday, January 14, 2010

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  • Hans Vr (5/22/2010 7:24:00 AM)

    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 (Report) Reply

  • C. P. Sharma (1/20/2010 2:42:00 AM)

    There is pleasure in pain
    When the being is soaked in rain,
    The daisies' celebrate self sacrifice
    Why to feel ashamed?
    CP (Report) Reply

  • Paolo Giuseppe Mazzarello (1/14/2010 3:29:00 PM)

    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. (Report) Reply

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