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post Aug 6 08, 11:32
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Behold the sky without a CLOUD,
Let clement air caress the HILLS,
As then was I who eyed a CROWD,
A dale of dainty DAFFODILS:
Before the beach, beyond the TREES,
Beckoning to me with the BREEZE

An auric acre of awesome SHINE
In matrix like the milky WAY,
A burst of beauty, none in LINE
With sea of sun along the BAY:
No way could I but give a GLANCE,
Winking and wagging in dainty DANCE.

How like the waves, these posies, THEY
will bow and bid in sharing GLEE:
What words would fail to gush with GAY
In green and yellow COMPANY:
I stood amazed, without a THOUGHT
And then thanked God for what He BROUGHT.

And now, as I'm abed and LIE
With peace and piety, my MOOD'
I see them with my mindful EYE
who join me in my SOLITUDE;
Then once again my mem'ry FILLS
and I'm amongst those DAFFODILS.

(to read Wordsworth's "I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud", righr here it Mosaic Musings, go to
Legendary Libations, William Wordsworth, posted by Cleo.


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Larry
post Mar 11 14, 23:29
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Hi Daniel and Alan,

Glad you both came back to this forum. I've enjoyed both of your recent posts.

Here is one more from my neck of the woods.

I Wondered In…

The room was filled with noxious cloud
like fog which hugs the small foothills
and through the haze I saw a crowd
dressed up like paisley daffodils.
Those standing were like wizened trees
contorted by strong ocean’s breeze;

their eyes were glazed, there was no shine.
Those seated seemed to nod away
and then their bodies would incline
like buoys adrift on placid bay.
I didn’t stare but just a glance
revealed a soft slow-motion dance

between two would-be lovers. They
now moved as one and laughed with glee
at some shared private joke. So gay
within that stolid company;
they touched and kissed without a thought.
This panoramic scene now brought

back reminiscent youth. I’d lie
if I revealed that self-same mood
had not played out in memory’s eye.
I now prefer my solitude
on scented path through woods that fills
my mind; not ersatz daffodils.


Larry


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When power leads man toward arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the areas of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of his existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John Fitzgerald Kennedy



Kindness is a seed sown by the gentlest hand, growing care's flowers.
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