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the daffodil
swaying dancers nimble
with wind timed movement
bowing low, springing back
swirl about the garden
in a sunny Conga line.
harbingers of summer's approach
hot days of fecund growth
flowers dirty dancing
in unrestricted abandon...
daffodils herald it all.
simply beautiful. I can see. I experienced it. Bravo!
ReplyDeleteI adore that "sunny Conga line"!!!
ReplyDelete"...flowers dirty dancing..."
ReplyDeleteHo, ho, Stevie, you've got a gift!
Lovely! Stevie, you write so well.
ReplyDeleteYes, daffodils do herald it all. Beautifully written.
ReplyDeleteThats just how they look how clever of you.
ReplyDeleteChristine
You are a talented a writer and a poet as well.;)
ReplyDeleteI love daffodils, we call them "Easter Lilies".
xo
Zuzana
This is fablous Stevie. I love the line of the "sunny Conga line". Those lines are quite visible here now. You can see where the old farmsteads were in and around the plowed fields. You wonder what stories these lines could tell about the changes in their area.
ReplyDelete"Sunny Conga line" ~ what an appropriate description =-)
ReplyDeletewell done!
Oh, I love the notion of a Daffy Conga line!
ReplyDeleteLovely...the poem and the flower...
ReplyDeleteAnd I always found the Gardens to be such a retreat, a refuge...glad you got some good spring-time there!
THIS IS SO GOOD! I can't choose a favorite line because I love every word (ok maybe the sunny Conga line :)! ) Great job!
ReplyDeleteSo visual..I think these daffodils can teach me to dance! Terrific..
ReplyDelete"...hot days of fecund growth..."
ReplyDelete.. a co-worker was just saying 'it snowed way more than usual, its raining way more than usual .. does this mean its going to be way hotter than usual?'
Aha! Someone else who sees what these flowers are up to! Love it!
ReplyDeleteMy favourite lines of Mag7: "swirl about the garden in a sunny Conga line..."
ReplyDeleteOh and the dirty dancing... your poem makes me want to run home and paint them in my journal.
i am having fun imagining the conga line.
ReplyDeletethat's a wonderful way to think of daffodils dirty dancing in a conga line!
ReplyDelete"...flowers dirty dancing
ReplyDeletein unrestricted abandon ..." - I love it!
Jeanne x
Excellent visual images - harbingers of summer's approach - I'm ready!
ReplyDeleteDoing the Conga and dirty dancing, Stevie! Yes, there is a lot to be said about the rhythmic pulse of Spring!
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ReplyDeleteYou have been watching your blooms -- love that line
ReplyDeletehot days of 'fecund growth'
I can see them reproducing rapidly --it conjurers up the visual image of Walt Disneys - Fantasia -and the scene from Mickey The Sorcerer's Apprentice when the brooms start to divide and keep on with its 'fecund growth' and start marching in a line like your conga dancing.
Oh to think with such creativity-- really nice writing,
Joanny
Like this, Joan T
ReplyDeleteperfectamundo!!!
ReplyDeleteI'm with Peter G 'doing the conga and dirty dancing'. Love those images.
ReplyDeleteConga line, love it, what a marvelous poem, well done!
ReplyDeletemarvelous...i love unrestricted abandon....
ReplyDeleteI love daffodil, and "a sunny Conga line" was a perfect description for them!
ReplyDeletehaha :)
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