My thoughts toss around my head
like wild flowers growing in a meadow
Dancing their little gigs in the wind
The wind whispering secrets and regrets
the flower heads connecting
and passing on messages reaching out
Bending this way and that pulling, pushing
Growing out flourishing scattering
Seeds of iotas from the mundane to insane.
The lilacs and the peonies huddle low
Too shy to join the posie trains of thought
Their youthful innocence calls bygone days
interrupted by forget-me-nots recalling past loves
With sensual encounters sweet peas tease
with the frills of their petals and delicate scents please.
The snap dragons lunge out and make thier
Places heard, calling for unattainable desires clicking shut,
refusing to budge calling poppies for back up
The chrysanthemums snap me back to reality cutting
Tall poppies before they get too high, with the potency
of lust wrought love and the hyacinths huddle and sternly pry.
The love-in-mists shrug their shoulders
as the asters scratch their heads at all the stories,
then turn and say goodbye to morning glories.
The gladioli Start to strive and push up through
The dandelions clining to the roses
Reminding me of the posers in the posies
I guess I'll never know the truth for sure
Till im Pushing up daisies under a small hill
And covered with Laid daffodils.