~ ~ Daisy's Poetry ~ ~
Veil of Protection
If I pull this veil around me,
Wrap it snug and strong,
maybe life can't harm me,
Winter won't seem so long.
I don't want to feel the harshness,
The stabbing, bitter cold
That penetrates inside
Releasing hurts that aren't so old.
I need to be protected
For I feel too frail to live
With all that threatens to bring forth
What I can't relive.
Can I look back and find the moment
When my faith in love gave way?
Or could there be many times,
Chipping away each day?
Cover, protect, secure me,
Don't bring my sorrow out.
I've been deceived and abandoned.
Is there any wonder that I doubt?
This veil is all I have,
For no one else can see
The wounded, trembling child
That is still a part of me
If I decorate my veil
With pretty pictures,
symbols,
lace,
I can keep my child hidden.
Letting no one see her face.
She was once beautiful,
with innocent, passionate faith
Now she's scared, sad and angry.
She needs my veil around
While no one else can love her,
With me, She's safe and sound.
By Daisy 2001
With grinding teeth and shaking knees I come
Crying out inside
I�ve lost my hope, I�ve lost my home
A part of me has died
Some my own and some from others
The fault is shared
I don�t believe I�ll trust another
The way I always dared
Miles from home and unsuccessful
Love lost and trust erased
Never had my life this stressful
Never love so misplaced
I�m screaming now, though no one hears me
I�m trembling from the cold
I�m naked now, though no one sees me
I �m quickly getting old.
My knees are shaking,
My teeth are grinding,
I cry out inside,
I�ve lost my hope
I�ve lost my home
A part of me has died.
Daisy Spring 2001
Alone
Tired of having noone with which to share dreams
Tired of being responsible for everyone else's needs
Tired of crying into my pillow when nobody holds me at night
Tired of being everything to everyone ~
tired of doing "what's right"
Tired of the memory of a passionate, caring kiss
Tired of wondering just how long I can take this.
Daisy 2003
Wonders
TributeThundering spray of peace
Flowing stream of obstacles
Quietly paying homage to the senses
If not in body, the mind and heart travel
Seed of joy becomes an icon of the forest
Let me flow to you, over you, through you
and taste the richness of your soil
All that within you that anchors my feet
Yet encourages my soul to soar
In the moon, reflected and bearing witness
of tide and flow,
Passion of summer,
Newness of spring,
Wisdom and strength of autumn and winter.
By Daisy 2004