daffodils

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And though she cares not for yellow,  yet she loves the daffodil.  Heralding the rebirth of  hope and happiness in her mind,  what lovelier flower could there be?  Birdsong and starlit nights,  warm breezes to wrap  ’round her shoulders,  the abundance of  daffodils  ~  all these sweet harbingers of  spring.  This glorious season when the fingers of  the sun reach down to coax new life to venture forth and soft sighs from the moon encourage romance to bloom.  A time of  year when every face you see wears a smile…  every child has a sparkle in their eyes.  Winter’s chill is banished from the air and from her heart to be replaced by sunlight and moonbeams,  laughter and love.

Spring,  her favorite season,  first seen in daffodils.

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“Daffodils Song”  Sung a cappalla by dr Eaming
{ of  the poem by William Wordsworth }

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artwork ~   “Daffodils”   Berthe Morisot
{  public domain }

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i  am participating in  ~

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Prompt No. 7:  Fingers;   Form:  Prose Poetry;   Device: Assonance
for   Writing 201:   Poetry!
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i  hope that i was able to achieve the form of  prose poetry ~ i’m never quite certain if  that is what i’ve written.  i only faintly acknowledged the prompt of  “fingers”  in one sentence and did not attempt the device of  assonance.  i had completed the poem before i  read William Wordsworth’s poem,  below.

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Poem   “The Daffodils”

by William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A Poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

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2 Comments

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2 responses to “daffodils

  1. I love this, and I could picture it so wonderfully. While you may not have used assonance, there is such a singsong wonderfulness to this that I love. So so pretty.

  2. oh how i look forward to Spring…ha…
    more snow scheduled for tonight…
    the lovely daffodil will be its harbringer…

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