Oak trees morn of lost souls gone
gathered around the empty lot
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House and family where life was vibrant
now lost to time in the early dawn
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But dark of winter has lost its hold
Earth warms // February’s gold grows brighter
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White lion of spring loosens earth’s grasp
Bursting bulbs challenging winter’s cold…
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As every spring the Narcissus bloom
resurrecting memories of the past
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Golden echoes of a happy home
And flowers gone too soon
Photo: Dwight L. Roth
Today at d’Verse, Merril gave us a Daffodil prompt. From a list of names for daffodil varieties and asked us to use at least three or more in a poem of our choosing. I decided to write about an empty lot along the road where a house once stood. In the early spring daffodils still come up and bloom at the site.
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I feel such a sense of nostalgia here.
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I get that same feeling every time I pass by!
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Beautifully done
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Thank you Derrick.
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Well done, Dwight. I really like the flow of this poem. The daffodil’s names are the icing on the cake.
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Thank you so much, Colleen. Once I got a subject to write about things flowed smoothly. Took me awhile to get there!
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I enjoyed your poem, Dwight. You made it look very easy.
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I just go with the flow! Thanks again, Colleen.
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I love how plants find their way onto ground where houses once stood. When I was growing up in London, I saw a lot of bomb sites fill up with wild and garden flowers. There is sadness in the lines:
‘House and family where life was vibrant
now lost to time in the early dawn’
and hope in the lines:
‘But dark of winter has lost its hold
Earth warms // February’s gold grows brighter’.
Thank goodness for the Narcissi ‘resurrecting memories of the past’.
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Yes, they do just that, even if only for a short time. Thank you for your great response to my poem, Kim.
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My pleasure, Dwight.
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I find this soothing, Dwight.
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Thank you very much, Ken.
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The last stanza struck me as particularly poignant.
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I am glad you liked it. Thank you very much.
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You’re welcome, Dwight.
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How beautiful – the flowers and the writing
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Thank you so much for your kind comments.
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The energy of your spring is wonderful… love it.
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It is great. Probably the best time of the year! Thank you. Glad you enjoyed it.
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Your poem is beautiful and deep,thank you.
I also love the brightness of daffodils in early spring. They shine like the sun and give hope.
Miriam
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Thank you Miriam for your kind comments. I love the daffodils and their rich hue! Hope and inspiration.
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The dark of winter has lost its hold!!!!! Hip Hip Hooray. (in your part of the USA, not ours)
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Yes it is gorgeous here. Flowering Pear trees in full bloom.
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Lush and wistful and skilfully done, Dwight.
I’m especially touched by this theme as a new and special friend recently wished me joy of the “bobbing daffodils” until we meet again. And in our village a whole line of them greet me as I travel out, by car or bus. And yes, they are bobbing in the March winds and breezes.
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They are gorgeous blowing in the wind. I like your friends good wish for you! Seems to make a lot of sense. Thank you for your kind response.
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Beautifully written!💗
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Thank you very much for you kind comment.
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Oh, the brevity of each season of living. I am gratetful for those echoes, those brief glimpses like the ones you gave us in this verse.
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Thank you so much for your thoughtful comment.
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You’ve used these names so beautifully Dwight
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Thank so much. I am glad you enjoyed my poem.
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You’re most welcome
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What a beautiful warming; coupled with the nostalgia of its passing again
Bravo Dwight
Much♡love
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Thank you my friend. I am so glad you enjoyed it.
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Lovely, lovely, poem. 🌼 so well written 💛
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Thank you so much for your kind words, Leslie. I am very happy you enjoyed this one.
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😊💖
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You write so well of nature Dwight…
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Thank you, Andrew, for your kind affirmation.
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So poignant, Dwight. The brevity of life and spring, but the flowers that bloom again!
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Thank you so much, Merril. It is sobering to think how short our lives really are, as we go about our lives.
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You’re welcome, Dwight. Yes, it is.
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Thank you.
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I love how you show that the echoes of the home remain, celebrated by the spring flowers 💞
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The metaphor struck me as I was driving by this location. I could imagine the house that once sat among the trees there. Thank you Dawn.
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A beautiful echo, Dwight!
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Thank you Sara.
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White lion of spring loosens earth’s grasp – this is my favorite part! 😊
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Beautiful Dwight! I loved your poem!
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Wonderful. Thanks Carlo Anne.
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