Daisys and Daggers

{ updated/fixed the corrupted audio 🤞🏻}

In life, there are blessings and there are lessons.

There is much more than that, too.

But stripped of it’s empiric clothing.

Without airs or force-fed interpretations.

Life provides us with a myriad of gifts and gambles.

To do with as we wish.

Both beautiful and brutal.

Deeply understated and wildly exaggerated.

Heart melting and heart breaking.

Et al.

We tend to see these as separate experiences.

And yet.

They arrive wrapped in the same package.

Taped neatly.

In thick, jeweled paper.

Helmed in intricate velvet bows.

So we can’t discern or brace for what awaits us inside.

The unpredictable nature.

Of everything is one of the few constants.

In this world.

Lovely origami orisons.

Pretty little pains.

Daisys and daggers.

One in the same.

It’s often difficult for us to comprehend.

The paradox in the immediacy of lifting off that box top.

Sometimes familiar, other times unknown.

We smile and we sour, hour to hour.

We might thank the universe or scream at the sky.

Both can be invocations of tears.

We aren’t given answers for tragedies.

Even when we demand them.

And we aren’t owed any explanation.

No matter how loudly we protest.

Because the lessons are deaf.

We don’t always recognize our triumphs.

We inherit luck, look for signs and chase breaks.

And we have a tendency to overlook.

The bounty in front of us.

Because the blessings wear disguises.

It’s up to us to turn these happenings in our hands.

To translate their meanings.

Subjective little surprises.

Rage inducing Rorshachs.

Puzzles in panoramic.

One in the same.


a. duncan, an hour from 2020


(video featured song: ‘Taurus-Littrow’ by Lorne Balfe)

(video featured poem: ‘Blessings in Disguise’ by John Ashbery)

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Amor et melle et felle est fecundissimus || Love is rich with both honey and venom

37 thoughts on “Daisys and Daggers

  1. Rage inducing Rorschach’s, how do I hate thee, let me count the ways..

    But otherwise, stunningly wrote as per usual ✨

    I hope you are having a fabulous New Year, dahling. I envision everything you do to be as classy and elegant as your poems.

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    1. There is exponential hatred for the Rage inducing Rorschahs! Aw, thank you Larisa. As always I am flattered beyond measure by your thoughtful feedback. It’s funny you say that about me being as elegant and classy as my work – because that is *exactly* how I imagine you, too. Plus, Graceful. And gorgeous. Though this last one is a proven fact. ♥️ Happy New Year to you and yours. May there be smiles for miles. I treasure you.

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      1. 😩 melting, crying, laughing, all the good things! Thank you so much for such gorgeous praise! I treasure you too and I want to say so many more beautiful things but I’m afraid I’m going to sound trite in the wake of your beautiful compliments. Seriously, wishing you and your family the best in this new year and beyond!

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  2. Another breathtaking masterpiece, April! ❤ A brilliant tribute to life's lessons & being grateful for what we have. Such true and universal words – every new experience good or bad arrives 'taped neatly / In thick, jeweled paper / Helmed in intricate velvet bows' – it's entirely within our power how we choose to respond to them, whether gut-wrenching sorrows or wondrous joys.
    It's so easy to chase impossible dreams and hope for brighter tomorrows yet lose sight of the riches already laid out at our feet – love how you've expressed it here! A beautiful collage of 2019's memories. Hope you have a wonderful 2020 ahead, Vixen! 🌟🌸🥂

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      1. Always yours. 🔵
        P.S. my next tale for the 10th was a long slog of worry and rewrites…but it’s finally DONE! 😀 Super excited to be sharing it with you next weekend! 🦊 ❤

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      2. Oh no! I’m so sorry to hear that Tom. Why were you worried?? You should have told me I could have offered some reassurance!

        But I’m also glad to hear you are happy with the final results. And. I. can. not. wait. ❤

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      3. Hey, no problem at all! 🙂 It was just one of my first stories ever attempted, so it really wasn’t as good as the more recent ones (not much happened to the characters, no real conflict etc.). Didn’t feel it measured up to the others well, so I completely re-wrote it.

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      4. Yasss, Queen 😀 Very true – definitely looked back over old stuff I’ve written with fresh eyes and though ‘WTF was I writing’ Lol 🤣
        So happy you had a fabulous New Year & glad I’ve met a fellow champagne lover! 🍾 Raising a glass to you this weekend, Vixen! 🥂Stay classy and elegant, as always ❤

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      1. This is hilarious for two reasons.

        One, I quit drinking years ago because when the party ended it turned me into an actual venom spitting demon.

        Two, even though I haven’t imbibed in years (minus a slip or two), I’m still playfully offended that you don’t like champagne. I read this and clutched my pearls in horror. Like, what?!! One does not simply *not* like champagne. It’s the liquid of the Gods themselves! HAHAHAHA! I love that I still feel maintain small fraction of pretension over alcoholic beverage choice, even having given it up long ago.

        And of course I’m only teasing – because it’s not a lot of people’s cup of tea.

        A toast to you, Larisa beautiful. With my sparkling apple cider and you a lovely reisling. Though for Rob I might sneak a tiny sip of Dom.

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      2. Hahaha! This made me laugh! I love it ☺️

        I am now curious to know about this story that turned you into a venom spitting demon. Sounds like fabulous content for a blog post 👀

        Yes, I know, I don’t like champagne at all and that just plain sucks. But I do think that a sparkling white wine in a fluted glass can be just as classy! Seriously though, I have talked Rob’s ear off about Moscato d’Asti blah blah but have you ever tried it? I used to think I didn’t like white wines but when I had some sparkling moscato for the first time, I was absolutely enchanted. It was like the nectar of the gods for me. That is my drink of choice now probably for like ever.

        We had a bottle of champagne in the little tin bucket awaiting us at a beautiful hotel in Florence once and I took one sip and didn’t touch the stuff any more than that. It was a shame.

        Do you ever miss not drinking alcohol, though? Moscato d’Asti has such a low alcohol content that I don’t think I could ever be drunk off it.

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      3. Oh, Larisa. This whole comment is as enchanting as that Moscato d’Asti you mention and love so much. I must admit I was reading this and leaning my chin into my palm and smiling like an idiot because everything you say sounds so effortlessly decorous. It’s like watching an interview with Marilyn Monroe. The audience literally fawns and falls over themselves because she speaks so breathlessly and everything she says seems so infatuating and whimsical. Though she’s often unaware of her own magic. You are – for all intents and purposes – a hollywood starlet to Rob and I! “A beautiful hotel in florence” …uh can you please pack me in what I am sure is gorgeous luggage and take me with you on your next jetsetting adventure, please??!

        As for the demon-transformation… lord. That would take more than a comment or blog to explain. More like a Tolstoy length novel. It wasn’t always bad times. I drank and had lots and lots and LOTS of fun and wild times in my twenties. But the synopsis is: over time, the drinking got more frequent and my moods much darker. Eventually, when I drank I was just a different person. Angry, sad. I would say and do things that were not in line with who I am and would be horrified by upon sobering up. The few times I have allowed myself a drink or two in the sober years – there’s a 50/50 chance of snuggly-dancing-laughing April and spiteful-evil-sobbing-April. Hahaha. It’s just not worth it if there’s a chance I’ll say something cruel to someone I care about.

        I only miss it in brief, seemingly random moments. Like if I’m lounging on a beach on a warm day, or on an occasional evening out with my husband. I’ll think ugh it would be nice to have a glass of champagne with these other happy feelings.

        That being said you must continue to drink Moscato d’Asti so I can live vicariously through your lovely, warm experiences with it. ❤

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      4. Oh my gosh I’m sitting here laughing and, I am sure, shedding a tear or two as well reading your beautiful comment! Gasp, what a wonderful thing to read on the first day of this new decade! Be still, my beating heart.

        April, you outdid yourself. What can I ever possibly say to such stunning praise of my humble person..wow, it was totally surprising and gave me all the butterflies in the world! Thank you doesn’t even begin to cut it. You must know, surely you know that I feel the same way about you. To be honest, I always feel a little flabbergasted, in much awe, and grasping for words after reading something from you and the incredible poise in which you formulate your words. The star of the show here is you. And I truly mean it.

        Thank you for recounting your experiences! I rarely ever drank throughout high school and early adulthood, I was always the sober one. My friends were always trying to get me rip-roaring drunk. I think I’ve been drunk once, but it really didn’t feel like much aside from me being wobbly when walking at some points. I thought to myself, “hmm, this is it? I thought there was more to it than this.” My brother assured me that it’s because it was my first time getting drunk and that if I were to ever do so again, it would be a different experience for me. I’ve never tested that theory. I just was never keen on losing my mental faculties to the point that I wouldn’t be able to make clear and coherent choices. When I was a teen, I was obsessed with being incredibly smart. If you were to ask me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I’d tell you that I want to be wise. Yeah lol, not sure what was going on there.

        Now, I still don’t really like losing any acuity when imbibing so I will always stop right when I start feeling buzzed. To be honest, I think I’m afraid of losing control over myself and doing something that I’ll regret that I won’t be able to take back, but that’s a different subject entirely. I’ve been working on not being so straight laced in my approaches to many things because things are never just black or white. But at the expense of this turning into me standing on a soap box and blathering on and on, I’ll have to tone it down at the moment.

        Ahh traveling. Quite frankly, that’s why I work. Well, that and the need to put food in my belly, a roof over my head, and the occasional shopping spree. But otherwise, find me in a different country! I’d love to find you there too ☺️💞

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  3. Now that I don’t have a raging headache and wondering who Daisy and Dapper are, I can see, or read, clearly. 😀 “The unpredictable nature. Of everything is one of the few constants. In this world.” The beautiful irony! And your photo, wow!

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    1. “Wondering who Daisy and Dapper are” HAHAHAHA. Rob, you rascal. I’m glad you’re feeling better. Gin does a number on the head.

      Thank you so much for the kind words. I had a feeling this piece might resonate with you. We’ve discussed the strange irony of life, and how/when/if fate plays a role. I’m honored by your response! What photo of me..? You mean that one with the rainbow on the cheek? That’s my sweet, hopeful side. She is a rare sight. 💗🦊🌈

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  4. April, I can’t say enough, I just can’t, I’m overwhelmed with the grace and delicacy with which you depict the magic of the paradox. Anything can be both everything and nothing. Everything is both. You, are an absolute shining star and I can’t apologise enough for being late to this incredible post.

    “They arrive wrapped in the same package.
    Taped neatly.
    In thick, jeweled paper.”

    Incredible, every word, sound and every artwork of it (including the masterpiece photo of you).

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      1. April, I have trawled my emails for a fix rhyme, I don’t believe it’s something I would forget if I’ve seen it. I can’t find it and I don’t think I’ve seen it??


      2. A “fox” rhyme, dear heart.

        I said “curiosity killed the cat but foxes only get caught when they feel they ought” and then in paranthesis I jokingly remarked, “(did I just write a micro poem?!)”

        It’s from December 30th (31st for you) …

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      3. Hahaha no worries I forget my own name half the time. Which reminds me! Coincidentally- my whole life people have mistaken my name for Rachel. If I say it too fast or there’s a lot of noise in the room. Something about the assonance. Ay-pril and Ray-chel. So we have also parallels in our very names. ♥️🖤


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