Ivory petals,
Slightly lilac,
Flowers in their own right.
Radiate from a
velvet center,
Deep purple black midnight.
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Ode to an evening daisy.
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I doubt you need a description after the title.
The Poetess and her daughter
About The Poetess
- Aiden
- I'm a happily married stay at home mom. I love to write poetry, read, cook and be creative. My parents unschooled me, and my husband and I plan to unschool our two amazing children.
In case you get lost, here's a map.
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- Little dictator
- Woo Hoo!!!!!!
- Ode to an evening daisy.
- Northern Star
- Antidote
- Keeping it real
- Connect
- Music
- L.I.F.E is good
- frustrated
- In the labyrinths of my dreamsI confront my darkes...
- Uncle Owen
- If
- America
- I'm melting
- stupidity
- Walkabout
- Backseat writers.
- Ending.
- Observations while meditating on Jane Austin
- Supermarket checkers
- Summer taste
- Scraping the barrel
- Sleepwriter
- Cincy OH
- I like to go outside.I always have.I like to feel ...
- Nightmare
- Toddle
- When children are free
- Kick off
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