Where the Daisies Were

Where the Daisies Were

written by: Jillian-Rae Picco

@jillianraepicco

A cavity crawled into
& clung to my heart

When I heard the machines through the forest
& thought

an
uncomfortable
thought:

“One day I will look back on this spot,
this vacant, spoiled soil

And with trouble and toil
muster the words that I know

Are true and yet still do not wish
to admit: that we fell so low

Into a steep haunt, having
cut out a wildness better left as it was.”

For I cherished the wildflowers
which loved bugs and bees

But my care lost all power
in the land of progress and greed —

Look at these thieves, getting paid
to take

more
than they
need.

This path was a refuge and now it’s a wreck.
I swim through a void in my head, to admit —

That the daisies were here, and now they are
Gone, along with other species

unheard & unsung.

Now they gloss the uprooting with signs so pristine,
realtor names

with
golden
trimming

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Jillian-Rae Picco

Jillian-Rae Picco is a poet, published author, and old soul from northern Ontario, Canada. Her literary projects examine a wide range of themes, offering sociological commentary as well as psychological and spiritual insight. Her poetry and nonfiction writings have been published in over a dozen renowned platforms.

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