a daisy at noon,
opens a spiraling path
to the heart
Copyright 2018 Brenda Davis Harsham
Notes: Daisies have taken hold throughout New England. I was surprised to learn that they originated in Europe and Asia perhaps 4,000 years ago. I am still in awe at how that happens. The diversity, flexibility and will-to-live of species on earth is awe-inspiring.
Happy Poetry Friday and thanks to Carol at Beyond LiteracyLink for hosting.
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Lovely! Fascinating facts about one of my favourite flowers! 🌼
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Isn’t it lovely. No matter how close you get, there’s always more to see.
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Indeed! Magic!
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Gorgeous photo and poem–and I learned something new!
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Thanks for dropping by!
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Gorgeous photo and lovely poem! Daisies look inquisitive to me, like they’re waiting for you to acknowledge them so they can politely pose a question. Maybe about the coming weather or where to find the best compost.
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Perhaps they are sun worshipers, wishing to ask about the nature of life itself. 😉
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“a spiraling path/to the heart” mmm… good stuff, Brenda. My favorite memory of daisies was making chains of them from a big field in Vermont with my best friend from childhood. I think we ended up with a few ants in our hair, but it was worth it!
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I always wanted to learn how to make daisy chains, but I kept using the wrong flowers (like weeds).
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I tried as a kid, but I didn’t learn the trick until I was an adult.
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A few ants in the hair never did any harm. 🙂
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Amen
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XOXO
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Very nice, Brenda. The beauty, durability, and mathematical perfection of the daisy and its family members is truly amazing.
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And all of it emerges from a few cells in a seed. Amazing.
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I love the layers here–the spiral literally leads to the center or heart of the daisy, but it also makes me think of the childhood “game” with spiraling plucking of petals– “loves me, loves me not”–which also deals with matters of the heart. The photo is fabulous!
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I only plucked the petals of a daisy once. There always seemed to be one more smaller petal…
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Wow, it looks like a sun! Your poem is a sun. Everything works.
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You brought the sunshine, my friend. 🙂
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☀️☀️☀️
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😎
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
IT DOES…LOVE THEN BLOSSOMS AFRESH! 🙂
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🙂
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Gorgeous pic and poem. Wonderful to be visiting your blog again. 🙂
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Long time, no see, my friend. 🙂 And thanks. I’m thinking about donuts, and it’s all your fault.
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A chocolate glazed is calling your name even as we speak. 🙂
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Ahhhh! Well, perhaps an apple fritter….
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Why not both? 🙂
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I like your style.
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It’s noticing, and knowing, the little things that make our lives wonderful. The daisies are flourishing here, too, Brenda.
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Taking time to wonder and sigh is the best part of life.
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May we also develop that flexibility and will to survive; it will mean opening our hearts to the world, just as the daisy does.
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Yes, I think you’re right. Thanks for bringing your wisdom.
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and that path is it, exactly.
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😀
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That spiraling path! Went straight to my heart. I too am intrigued by where plants came from and how far they have spread. I was also amazed to walk in a field of sunflowers – on the roof of the Singapore Airport – last week. Notexactly a field, really a terrace, but a beautiful way to spend some time between flights.
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I would have loved that terrace, too. How soul-nourishing among the plastic, silver and tile of an airport.
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Brenda, your photo is so inviting drawing me into the poem to really look closely at the beauty of the daisy.
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Very sunflower’ish. I think van Gogh would have liked them.
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Your second line is WONDERFUL!
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Thank you!
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I think it’s the fibonacci sequence in this flower and others like it that draw me in and mesmerize me–nature’s incredible. I love these lines in your haiku, “opens a spiraling path
to the heart,” what a wonderful path to take. Thanks for the lovely poem and pic too Brenda!
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Mathematics can be beautiful, in nature as well as in music.
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So lovely, rolls off the tongue-dainty like a daisy 😊❤
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Thanks, 🙂
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The symmetry of the daisy is amazing, so is your poem, Brenda.
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It is a beautiful flower, so like a sunflower.
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Beautiful flower. Beautiful poem.
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Thank you.
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Gorgeous! Makes me think of sweet Crysanthemum (ala Kevin Henkes!) … a title I will be reading soon to my kinders.
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That is a wonderful story by Kevin Henkes. I’m honored by your comparison. 🙂
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One of my very favorite flowers. 🙂 Lovely and beautiful.
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Thanks!
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