~ Daffodil ~ Poem by Linda Ori
~ Daffodil ~
Across the rolling springtime hill
In grande array the sunshine spill
Of golden heads address the sky
With floral perfume rising high;
I gaze across the fields in bloom
How sweetly they erase the gloom
Of winter frost now losing ground
Their golden carpet all around;
And with each fragrant breath I take
Sweet memories flow in the wake
Of long lost love in younger days
A haunting melody still plays
Reminding me of days gone by
When love was bold and so was I
When passion burned within my heart
Although I knew one day we'd part;
Yet still each spring I rise anew
From winter's sleep in time to view
The rolling hills in golden bloom
Sweet inspiration fills my plume
For I have much that's left unsaid
And much to write before I'm dead
Forever shall my thoughts still sing
As lovely as the golden spring.
1/25/2008
Dearest Linda - you and William W would make a good team. Superlative poetry from a leonine mistress of verse. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Lovely, just lovely Linda, a beautiful poem set in a field of daffodils. Enough to set your heart alight and bring joy to the soul. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
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I would like to translate this poem
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You mentioned this poem in replying to my 'Lara' poem . So I thought I would come by and see which of you had the best Daffodil poem between you and Goldy Locks. I haven't read her's yet . I did want to echo , in general terms what the other commentators have said . Yoonoos probably said it best , when he referred to a mature piece of poetry . In fact , it is nearly perfect . It has only one technical flaw . Otherwise , it's an easy ten in all other aspects and one of the best 'rhythm and rhyme' poems I have read here . One question . Do you know what that flaw is? Greenwolfe 1962 ( I love this poem , this is what poetry is supposed to be .)