Pair of daisies lie on sand,
Plucked by lover’s lonely hands.
“Loves me or he loves me not… ”
Until by creeping waves they’re caught
To end their beauty’s fleeting span.
True love or infatuation?
Or just flowers in saturation.
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This is an entry in this week’s YeahWrite poety challenge: https://yeahwrite.me/current-weekly-challenges/
The entry is for two of the prompts: the picture itself, and the word infatuation.
Rhyme In Time 
I like how the daisies being caught up in the waves made me think about the ebb and flow of love.
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Lovely
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Thanks!
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Really liked this! I thought the challenge was to incorporate the emotion of infatuation, but not the word. Not sure if it’s required for poetry? Still doesn’t lessen my enjoyment! I really liked the rhythm and very traditional feel of the rhyme.
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D’oh! Good point. I forgot to not use the word itself. Oh well. Maybe I can slide by saying it was entry for the picture. 🙂
Glad you liked it in any case. I was happy with how this one worked
out.
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Lovely imagery here. The line “to end their beauty’s fleeting span” has a particularly nice ring to it.
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Thanks!
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