Looking at Daisy Chains

Blooming fields of color bright
Bright in sun and at night
Night cannot hide the glow
Glow of Sunflowers in a row
Row upon row of Iris spears
Spears and wild flowers appear
Appear as a perfusion of delight
Delight that God has wrought this sight
Sight a miracle to see each one blooming

This is prompt #7 for the My Name scavenger hunt – Write a Daisy Chain poem or write a poem about flowers. So the Daisy Chain is a simple form where the last word in the line becomes the first word of the next line. To end the poem, the last word is the same as the first word. There are no rhyming, syllabic or meter requirements (or prohibitions) – just a chaining of words sort of like a Wreath Poem only easier!

What is there to say. I went out last Tuesday and snipped off and pulled out the dried or dying spears of my hostas and day lilies. I collected some seeds from the columbine before cutting the oddly beautiful stems and seed pods off the plants. What was left was a somewhat tidier garden but I also had the memories of these pretty flowers. That sent me back in time to the wonder of my childhood. Standing at the edge of the rolling, fallow fields where as far as the eye could see were blooming flowers (or weeds to some) – Queen Anne’s Lace, wild Daisies, blue Asters, Goldenrod, Purple Thistles, pink Milkweed, Coneflowers, and the wild Sunflowers and every fence covered with morning glories and poison ivy… Yes I said poison ivy. I can even appreciate it especially in late summer when it starts to turn a deep red with tinges of green and gold. Makes it easier to avoid than when it is all green in spring and summer…

56 thoughts on “Looking at Daisy Chains

    1. Thanks Punam! I’m tickled that you love this one. And yes it is among the poetry forms that loop and chain… No worries about participation – the scavenger hunt doesn’t end until the end of the month and there are no rules about doing them all or doing them in any order! It is basically a no pressure free for all!


  1. Love the chain verse. The memories of childhood and farm fields and wildflowers. I would even pick the top of purple thistles and stick them on my shirt like buttons. Then go climb the old lilac ‘tree’. πŸ™‚ Always fun at Grandma’s house outside.


    1. Thanks much Frank! The gardens are winding down but I have one last hosta that decided to bloom… It waited until I’d removed all the others. Now it stands alone and the center of attention!


    1. The major part of the process belongs to Sparky – I didn’t tough his beans, kale, arugula, or tomatoes! He is of the opinion that leaving the plants there over the winter somehow is better that pulling them out…

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        1. You are in the midst of Spring – yes? I envy you being able to pick lemons – the cost of lemon has gone up so high that the restaurants don’t put a wedge into the water unless you specifically ask for it! Next they’ll be charging if you want ice!

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    1. Thanks tons! This form isn’t extremely difficult but it does require a bit of forethought to get the rhythm and flow going… I’m sure you can master it – you are very creative!!!


    1. Thanks Mary! The field was my playground. Our subdivision had 7 houses on the street which dead-ended just beyond the neighbor’s house. Until they built more houses, the field was ours – we picked wild raspberries and blackberries, ran through grasses as high as our shoulders, picked bouquets for our mothers. The only things in the field were plants, trees and our imaginations!

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    1. I love my hostas and day lilies! Poison ivy seems to be everywhere and as a very sensitive person I must wear long sleeves and long pants even in the heat of summer if I’m to venture out geocaching to avoid the itch!!

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