Daisy Roots

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The scraggy rose bush still

blooms wildly at the

end of the garden.

Bright pink and yellow petals

fall onto the grass where

your two feet once stood

to marvel in awe at those

beautiful flowers.

Your feet never stand

there anymore.

I often stare from the kitchen

window and wait to see you stand

where the petals keep on falling.

Falling like the tears that still

fall from my face onto the floor

where you once used to walk.

You never walk on this floor

anymore either.

Your boots are still upstairs,

empty and unfillable.

Black laced up boots.

My Daddy's daisy roots.

🌷🌷 (11)

◄ Shadow

Braveheart ►

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Emer Ni Chorra

Sat 11th Nov 2017 15:10

Thanks for sharing your positive thoughts on this, Jon. 😄

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Jon

Sat 11th Nov 2017 14:40

Hi Emer
Just read this for the first time...instantly touching and beautifully conveyed. Great sense of wonder and nostalgia

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Emer Ni Chorra

Sat 4th Nov 2017 21:26

Thank you very much for stopping by and sharing your thoughts on this piece, Keith. Happy you found it beautifully crafted. Your kind words are encouraging and also appreciated. 😊

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keith jeffries

Sat 4th Nov 2017 18:57

Emer, This is profoundly sad and filled with nostalgia yet quite exquisite in the way you use the petals of a flower. Beautifully crafted. Well done and thank you. Keith

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Emer Ni Chorra

Sat 28th Oct 2017 08:33

Oh God, hahahahaha. You made me laugh with that comment, Colin! Happy Halloween to you too. Boo! 😈😱

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Colin Hill

Sat 28th Oct 2017 07:24

HaHa - 'I'm keeping myself busy'. As the Grim Reaper? I hope not! Happy Halloween Emer 😀

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Emer Ni Chorra

Fri 27th Oct 2017 20:38

Thank you very much, Suki. I'm very well thanks, I'm keeping myself busy. Happy you enjoyed this piece. 👍

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suki spangles

Fri 27th Oct 2017 17:01

Hi Emer,

Hope all is okay with you.

I have said this before, but I really like the way you read your poems - understated, yet from the heart.

The tinkling music in the background adds a certain other-worldly and slightly ethereal element which, considering the poem's subject matter, adds to the poignancy.

Suki

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Colin Hill

Mon 23rd Oct 2017 13:51

thanks Emer. My comment seems a little unfair now that I have listened to the clip. What an amazing young talent. And to think I suggested it was a hand cranked music box or pub piano! Still, it has given me ideas for the future should I get around to doing some more audios, something I keep meaning to experiment with. All the best, Col.

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Emer Ni Chorra

Mon 23rd Oct 2017 13:04

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=S1-LCnGojnw This is the music that plays in the back, Colin. I like to listen to piano or harp music when relaxing. Thanks for recommending, I will have to check out that album. Only familiar with one or two tracks from lou. Cheers for stopping by. 😄

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Colin Hill

Mon 23rd Oct 2017 09:17

utterly beautiful. I love the tinkling piano (?) in the background. On second thoughts is it one of those hand cranked music boxes? Whatever, it's brilliant and I love it. Reminds me of an old pub piano or music hall or the beginning of Lou Reed's Berlin. And of course your reading is brill too. Next time you're feeling sad listen to Berlin, the whole album, light some candles, turn the lights off and put your headphones on!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wo9nZEalABQ&list=PLiN-7mukU_RGbweUWFyTznmRrFPIg16Zn

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Emer Ni Chorra

Sun 22nd Oct 2017 22:47

Thank you Martin, I'm glad you liked it 👍

Martin Elder

Sun 22nd Oct 2017 22:42

That is really beautiful Emer. Thanks for posting

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