In the democracy of daisies
every blossom has one vote.
The question on the ballot is
Does he love me?

If the answer’s wrong I try another,
a little sorry about the petals
piling up around my shoes.

Bees are loose in the fields
where daisies wait and hope,
dreaming of the kiss of a proboscis.
We can’t possibly understand

what makes us such fools.
I blame the June heat
and everything about him.

Analysis, meaning and summary of Connie Wanek's poem Daisies

1 Comment

  1. yann rolland says:

    I like this poem, it’s not too long and it expresses lot of things about nature and spring…We can see ourselves walking around in fields during spring; picking up daisies and thinking deeply about the love one…

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