She said it was a bad connection as she summons
the executioner to sever my heart and banish me
my presence erased for always, thrown aside with the rest
while I still search for the correct signal of what she seeks.
From room to room, I roamed and performed
played with different identities I possessed
but none of my faces she could recognize, nor
did she have the patience for it, to see what I see.
She said it was a bad connection as she didn’t
want me from the time I made my introduction
with my best language I pursued her current interest
from my best seeds I gave her my daffodils
when it wasn’t I, I wasn’t the jester she was seeking.
One thought on “Daffodils are Lilies”
Somewhat sad in its tone as a poem…a sense of dependency conveyed within the lines.