Daisies

I awaken,

My room full of daisies,

Five feet tall –

Blooms, ten inches.

Around.

I dreamed this.

Room full of ideas,

From my mind, planted.

Growing, but with roots.

Deep.

Difficult to pick –

And so many.  Varied in weight. Choose which one first?

One a symbol of a lonely glacier. It says, pick me!

I need friends!

Another, a simile. Like a single red rose meant

For a lover.

I choose that one. Rose disguised as daisy –

Love disguised as decisive.

I need both hands for strength to harvest my heart’s desire. It’s big and strong, this daisy/rose.

This idea, this feeling, runs deep.