Walk a mile

Just Daisy

Lily, so elegant,
so sleek and serene.
Every petal in place,
always picture perfect.

Rose, the very symbol of love,
tastefully dressed for passion
and romance,
one glamorous package,
awaiting only a ring,
a symbol of forever.

Holier than thou Daffodil,
bringing joy and hope
to the sick,
like some Florence Nightingale.

Orchid's exotic beauty,
how can anyone compete with that?
Enticing people
to hunger for new experiences
and novel delights.

Poppy, oh, poor dear Poppy,
drawing people in
with her sad vulnerability
and serious devotion.

All so exquisite,
so splendid,
and I'm...
I'm just a weed.
Just Daisy.
No elegance,
no passion,
no love,
no remembrance...
Just Daisy.
Just me.
Careening out of control,
sick with jealousy.
They don't even notice.
Because I'm just Daisy.


Free verse. Written 26 January 2016.