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Delusions of Daisy
by David HillLike the mythic light at dock’s end,
my light blinks atop the power tower that
threads voltaic veins through mountains
to our lonesome Kentucky coal town.
I grasp thin air with outstretched arms,
a dusty vision from this ashen valley.
Her cottage sits at the tower’s foot,
enchanted home of flowers and lawn gnomes.
I watch but keep separation, from
tinkling laughter across hymnals and pews.
A grand departure in flowered bonnet,
beneath Easter’s sun her colors bloom.
This distance preserves her perfection
that I might pass days with promise,
never fouling the dream with the truth,
my Daisy forever one day away.
03/01/2009 Author's Note: This is a countrified vision of the unworthy Daisy Buchanan.
Posted on 03/01/2009
Copyright © 2026 David Hill
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 03/01/09 at 04:31 PM You've really got the rythmn in this thing nailed down. It definitely has the energy of a great song. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 03/01/09 at 06:37 PM I like the countrified feel to this and especially the author keeping distance in the illusion of perfection, somehow suspecting the truth might not be as pretty. Your first two stanzas create a wonderful visual and societal separation between you two. |
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