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Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer: Poem – Florette – “My Daisies” #amwriting #flashfiction #poetry 


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Credit: Mike Vore

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Daisy your coat is rough, rusted;

I’d restore your coat true, trust me. 

It used to shine an apple-red.
You’re engine won’t start; words unsaid they’re frustrating. 

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Daisy May you had your days like, 

The woman I named you for, my wife.

But she is gone now, you’ve decayed

Both of you leave me so dismayed; inside I’ve strife

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Daisy, I wonder should I send you —

To the scrap yard, or sell you? 

Should I restore you to glory? 

So those I meet know your story and my wife’s too? 

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Nostalgia overwhelms, memories —

Cloud my mind thinking too plenty —

Of back in the day of youth’s glow

When I had both Daisies, I drove through life, with them. 

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Poem: Tanka – “Dirty Skin”


Thanks to The Daily Post for the word prompt dirty.

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Covered in dust all over,

Dirt caked on every inch of skin.

Brushing particles,

Away from sensitive eyes,

All to see you better — to inhale.

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Soap washes away dirt,

But in this heat, hot breeze,

All matter dust sticks,

One never feels clean enough.

Today, I can breathe, you’re gone.

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It’s a funny twist,

Your presence makes me feel dirty.

Think skin abrading,

Thoughts, warm my soul, other spots–

Bodies in heat, sweaty, raw.

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Toiling in the sun,

Fair skin has no chance, burns.

You’re looking out,

Eyes meet and sensation, wins.

Your walking here, I can’t breathe.

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You tip my chin up,

Looking into eyes feasting,

Pale meets dark, dirty.

Nights and days never the same,

Washing away dirt, you stay.

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Blessed water heals scorch.

But your skin burns mine deeper.

Your eyes look, don’t stop,

Your forever watching me,

Easy smile knows how to replete.

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To hot for words, said.

You’ve ruined me for other men.

I’m exalting at sin.

Beads of sweat, on my cheek soft.

Bite my lip, sweat and blood lost.

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All this dirty skin,

Such a pain to clean again,

Your ‘dirty‘ overwhelms.

Sin I can’t seem to forbid.

When our bodies entangle.

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