Daffodils

Kevin Michael Bloor

The daffodils of spring are sighing.
Like star-cross’d lovers doomed and dying.
Each tender, tilted, tranquil bloom
too briefly lit the twilight gloom.

They gleamed and glowed in gardens, golden.
Too beautiful to be beholden
to mortals, buying by the bunch,
from shops, like they were buying lunch.

They stow in vase these fragrant flowers
to brighten up the hopeless hours
(their little lives that will not last,
for fate has found them fading fast.)

The daffodils of spring are burning.
Like comets, year by year, returning;
their briefest blaze of short-lived glory,
a vestige of the springtime story.

  • Author: Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 9th, 2021 06:16
  • Comment from author about the poem: for spring
  • Category: Reflection
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  • orchidee

    A lovely write Kevin.

    • Kevin Michael Bloor

      Thanks O. This is all I've got at the moment: the hope of spring!!!!

      • orchidee

        But you has had Spring - them two warm days at end of March! heehee. More to follow hopefully though.

        • Kevin Michael Bloor

          I think I long for an eternal spring... without the windchill.

        • Doggerel Dave

          Daffodils have a special pace in my memory (and I don't mean 'I wandered lonely' - though I do like it) As kid in the UK we grew them to take to school in a competition. One year I won a certificate of merit - which I still proudly possess.
          But I'm here for the rhyme and rhythm - thanks.

          • Kevin Michael Bloor

            Thanks DD. A lovely memory for you and a proud one! I recall growing a sunflower from seed when I was at school. I didn't win anything though; some kid's grew nearly as tall as his house, he claimed. Again, thanks for stopping by.

          • Goldfinch60

            That springtime story is only just starting, the daffodils are just the start, Spring is emerging in many different ways.

            Andy

          • jarcher54

            I was about to say what Goldfinch added... The daffodils are the herald of what's to come. A bright flag marking the trailhead. Much of their delight comes from their transitory nature.

            • Kevin Michael Bloor

              Thank you, J. I agree with you. Hopefully, my poor little rhymes bring this out.



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