for Aurea...the smuggler...


Flowers

Flowered quite gentle
Quite soft incremental
I view these three daffodils
Smuggled from my homeland-
How they trumpet their beauty
And oh what a cutie the smuggler is.

They are as precious as gold
And when crushed to my face
They tear me home with the scent
Of long lost laments unsung.
If I had any sense I would juggle
My flowers much more hardy... and yet

Spring flowers fill me with hope.



















Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-04-10 at 00:55

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Sid Gardner
West Yorkshire was a riot of colour this year.Starting with snowdrops, crocuses, and now daffs...Nothing better to remind one of home, hope through spring, and true friendship..
Sid.
2011-04-13


shells
Loved the concept of the smuggler, Spring and hope go together, you have melded these sooo well.
2011-04-10


NicholasG
This is beautiful Linda. You do justice to Daffodils!
You've smiled me face!
xox Nick
2011-04-10


countryfog
"And oh what a cutie the smuggler is" . . . an irrelevant comment but you described my new grandson, who I caught yesterday eating a dandelion . . . to him it was a beautiful flower, to be experienced the way a fourteen-month-old exeriences everything - by tasting it. How soon we lose that "taste for life".
2011-04-10


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Why worry? Sometimes, things aren't so delicate as they seem.
2011-04-10