Thursday, March 19, 2020

today, i am a daffodil



the world is a globe
of swirling dust & dead leaves
covering the streets
empty of cars & bustle of city

i hold it, slanting
to where a single sheen of light
glows & spreads
its palette of hues & birdsongs

tiny buds of daffodils,
moss & wild blooms
are birthing, babbling
with smell of earthworms

rhythm of life surges, swells
with measured beats
listening to ancient call of earth
                                                      & i follow



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19 comments:

  1. I have noticed how much more you see of nature when you don't go to work every day. I have now worked from home in almost three weeks getting used to teleconferencing from my desk at home...

    How much better then to be the bloom and follow.

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  2. I like the following at the end.

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  3. Those daffodils and blooms are a welcome new palette.

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  4. That is a good path to follow.

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  5. all of a sudden a want to be a daffodil and bring pleasure to the word. thank you this bright end my day

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  6. I needed your poem today, Grace – thank you! I love how the tiny buds of daffodils grow out of the ‘swirling dust & dead leaves / covering the streets / empty of cars & bustle of city’ and bring hope.

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  7. This is absolutely profound in its depiction of blooming hope, Grace! Love it 💝💝

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  8. My favorite part:
    "i hold it, slanting
    to where a single sheen of light
    glows & spreads
    its palette of hues & birdsongs"

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  9. When things empty around us, we see more! A beautiful poem!

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  10. A call to listen too indeed with all the ringing going on in one's ears these days.

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  11. "I hold it, slanting"... a poem of empowered observation, of being a part, not apart. Cool.

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  12. rhythm of life surges, swells
    with measured beats
    listening to ancient call of earth
    & i follow

    The perspective we all should have! Well done Grace!

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  13. It's how life should be. Observed from top to bottom not let float by on a wave of invented distractions. Love the earthworms.

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  14. The joys of spring. May we take in every hint and scent of it

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  15. rhythm of life surges, swells
    with measured beats
    listening to ancient call of earth
    & i follow

    Given the virus troubles currently one would just have to follow the crowd and try to reduce the risks as a group. Well written Grace!

    Hank

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  16. That first verse captures the eerie emptiness of public space at the moment...well done..JIM

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  17. How beautifully evocative and soothing, especially in these times!

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