I
hear birds
while I sit
in the sunlight
making daisy chains,
until I am tired.
t took me ages to learn to make daisy chains, but when I did, it was when I had became rather uncomfortable with socialising with other children since Mr.Man . In a way, it’s beautiful how I could find love in the simplistic of things, like textures on a wall, leaves, daisies and I even used to love sitting under a big tree solely because these squishy berries would fall (I didn’t eat them! Don’t worry!).
I used to sit down in the corner of a field most days of my childhood away from the other children, I didn’t speak much and I would often diverse my attention into ‘preparing a decorated fence’, by decorated fence, I mean, I used to pick berries, leaves and such and place them on this fence boarding the school and believe I was decorating it for someone, I had no idea who for, but it was fun.
I was aiming to try a simple Teractys for the first time in this poem, it was so sweet, I absolutely loved writing it, it felt very right with the bright sunshine outside of my window. The feeling of innocence really streamed through this one and I honestly loved it.
