Sunday Photo Fiction: Poem – Italian Sonnet – “Pushing Daisies” #amwriting #poetry #flashfiction


Thank you to Alistair Forbes for hosting SPF.

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A Mixed Bag

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Little Lana, stood with her Mommy saw —

Flowers thought, “daisies,” over grave grew tall.

Thought Dad was here, never saw him at all.

Mom had tearful eyes, emotion made her raw.

Why’s Daddy pushing Daisies, where’s my pa?”

Lana asks fragile Mom; had heard phone call —

Nana said Dad’s, pushing daisies, new calling.

Mom cries at question, by the grave she bawls.

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Pushing daisies, what did that mean? Girl knew —

Not the phrase, but thought it’s Daddy’s new job. 

Papa came, Lana asks, “Why Dad now grew —

Daisies? Wasn’t doing business his job?”

Tears trailed down Papa’s eye, his nose he blew:

“It means your Dad is dead, to heaven flew.”

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.


37 thoughts on “Sunday Photo Fiction: Poem – Italian Sonnet – “Pushing Daisies” #amwriting #poetry #flashfiction

    • mandibelle16 September 25, 2016 / 10:09 pm

      It is sad. She has no idea what it really means. But you can’t hide the truth, she’d be mad if you did that when she was a bit older. Thanks for reading Marquessa. Hope things are coming together for you 🙂

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  1. Tony Burgess September 25, 2016 / 10:13 pm

    Oh how sad. It’s hard to tell someone really young someone they love has passed on. Death means something different to kids.

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    • mandibelle16 September 25, 2016 / 10:38 pm

      Yes I know. But he couldn’t lie to her either, there in lies the difficulty. Thanks Tony 🙂

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  2. rosemawrites September 26, 2016 / 1:28 am

    this.. this tugs the heart my dear Mandi. So beautifully written sad tale. 🙂

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    • mandibelle16 September 26, 2016 / 1:35 am

      Thanks Rosema. I know they’re daffodils not daisies but, there is an indy kind of band in Canada called ‘Pushing Daisies.’ Plus, I couldn’t stop thinking of the saying and a child wouldn’t know what the flower kinds were. Sorry it’s a sad one.

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      • rosemawrites September 26, 2016 / 1:51 am

        sad is okay. 😉 i love sad. 🙂 i write more sad than happy, i think. 😉

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      • mandibelle16 September 26, 2016 / 1:54 am

        Hehe, you do. Someone almost always dies lol.

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  3. clcouch123 September 26, 2016 / 2:02 am

    A contemporary look at daffodils and what they mean in poetry and life. The wording is relevant to anyone, and yet all is artful and rhythmic. You have a voice for the day, which we need.

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    • mandibelle16 September 26, 2016 / 2:42 am

      Thank you Christopher. The little girl doesn’t realize what kind the flowers are, she just relates them to what Nana told her Mom. It’s almost like, well in the end, her Papa has to tell the truth and she isn’t so innocent anymore. A sad truth.

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      • clcouch123 September 26, 2016 / 3:04 am

        Sad truth, just so. I guess, when I read your poem, I think of Wordsworth who wrote famously about daffodils. Wordsworth was a voice for his time, though he speaks still through his verse as we continue to read it and respond. But now we need a new voice to interpret flowers and many other things. I think you are one who has that voice. The voice we need. I don’t mean to sound too cosmic. You write of small things here, and small things need their champion to keep them small but also meaningful. We need that message, too. All right. Soap box. Off.

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      • mandibelle16 September 26, 2016 / 3:17 am

        Aw, thank you Christopher. That means a lot. 😀🎈

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  4. maria September 26, 2016 / 3:09 am

    Aww… this ended tragically. Beautiful, sad piece Mandi..

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  5. Wandering Soul September 26, 2016 / 6:33 am

    Amanda, that is so sad and yet beautiful! I love how you explain the meaning of ‘pushing daisies’ in the poem. Am so glad I am on a reading spree today and came across this. Brilliant!

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    • mandibelle16 September 26, 2016 / 5:28 pm

      I’m happy you stopped by and glad you liked the poem despite its sadness.

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  6. Iain Kelly September 26, 2016 / 7:02 am

    Interesting take, loved the child’s point of view and not understanding. Funny how we’re all writing about death from a picture of some daffodils! 🙂

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    • mandibelle16 September 26, 2016 / 5:27 pm

      Thanks Ian. Yes I know, I wonder what exactly makes us all think about death and not a sunny flower bed of life?

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  7. Ameena k.g September 26, 2016 / 10:07 am

    This poem hit an emotional nerve with me Mandi. I could just picture the poor girl, asking, wondering, what it all means? This was beautifully sad.

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    • mandibelle16 September 26, 2016 / 5:25 pm

      Thank you Ameena. Yeah the daffodils, even though not daisies made me think of them. And of course, as all child wouldn’t know what kind they were or what the phrase pushing daisies meant. It’s sad indeed. Thanks again 🙂

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  8. patriciaruthsusan September 26, 2016 / 11:24 am

    Sad piece. It is necessary, to be honest with children. They’ll find out sooner or later and wonder why you didn’t tell them. Good writing, Mandibelle. —- Suzanne

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    • mandibelle16 September 26, 2016 / 5:23 pm

      Thanks Suzanne. Happy you liked the poem. And yes, I feel the same way.

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    • mandibelle16 September 26, 2016 / 5:21 pm

      Thank you Alex. I’m glad you thought so. Pushing Daisies is just what came to mind when I saw this picture. Thanks for visiting as well.

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  9. Joy Pixley September 26, 2016 / 5:41 pm

    Aw, what a sad poem. Poor Lana! And how true, that a young child would have a hard time understanding an odd phrase like that, and need someone to sit down and be gentle but direct with her.

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  10. Sascha Darlington September 26, 2016 / 9:20 pm

    Excellent job, Mandi! The form was especially good as it seemed to convey the childlike innocence surrounding a very sad situation.

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    • mandibelle16 September 26, 2016 / 11:26 pm

      Thank you Sascha. Glad you liked it. Yes the sonnet worked well for this piece 🙂

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  11. Sunday Fiction September 27, 2016 / 2:36 pm

    Kids take things literally. A great piece of poetry Mandi. Certainly different from you. I like it.

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    • mandibelle16 September 28, 2016 / 4:37 am

      Thanks Melinda, the whole thing is one Italian sonnet an octave and a sestet or 14 lines. Happy you enjoyed 🙂

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      • Melinda Kucsera September 28, 2016 / 10:35 am

        You’re welcome. I thought they were different forms. They blend together beautifully.

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      • mandibelle16 September 28, 2016 / 9:03 pm

        Thanks Melinda. Very kind and encouraging words. I appreciate them 🙂

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