Daisies brings to an end this most recent poetic stage. I composed it for Rachel, my wife. She knows why and how it came to be. Rachel understands its meaning and hidden clues, and that’s all that matters. –Luis S. González-Acevedo
Daisies
by Luis S. González-Acevedo
Wading through grassy meadows,
stumbling through crowds of daisies…
“Daisy, Daisy…” is their echo
as my fingertips caress these florid ladies.
But one… She whispers in my ear: “I’m Rachel,”
so I beg her to know more… “Please tell!”
My heart cannot resist pounding like a bell
as she indulges my curiosity with the sweetness of her smell.
But wait! Is it Rachel? Is it Belle? –Forgetful calamity of calamities!
No worries… All the same… She may be Rachel,
but her face resembles Belle.
–You can enjoy the poem in Caribbean Poet, by Luis S. González-Acevedo–
