William Wordworth's Daffodils Continued Poem by Gayathri Seetharam

Daffodils (Cont'd)
- Gayathri B. Seetharam
I imagine the poet saying to himself
That if there is poetry in these lines
There is a lilt, a rhythm, a tune
In the silent but visual music
That the daffodils made on that beautiful summer's day;

If my inward eye is the bliss of solitude
And it is not because I am a most unsociable man
It is because I love the richness that solitude can result in
But there is oft a time when I wish to be a socialite
However I am made happy with the images that the daffodils bring to me;

If the daffodils stretched across the fields like the stars
That stretch across the Milky Way
Then they are like the visual fest
That meet your eyes in the vast halls of art galleries and museums;

It is Mother Nature's way of saying
If God can bring you joy and wellbeing
I can bring you beauty and enchanting bliss
Which is, says the poet to himself, I confess most pleasing;

The daffodils appeared to me, I thought the poet said,
Larger than life and splendid in their glorious beauty
They were like "bits and pieces that merged into an Impressionistic painting" (Acknowledgements: My Mesa College, Phoenix, USA - instructor for 4 days and let it be known that she taught to me to keenly observe and make still life and an impressionistic painting and paint a scenery from outdoors)
From a short distance but from a hair's breadth away
They were full of life and the different petals had combined to form a
"Thing of beauty which is a joy forever" (Acknowledgements: John Keats) .
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Please note: The poem is dedicated to the Canadian Breast Cancer Foundation.