Born special with a neck rising from a crouch to corona pride;
Beauty spreads with each yellow flower in the trumpet
Until the strain of time living immersed in a false lifeline
Overpowers the flowering thrill and death claims the last petal
To drift to the marble plinth beside the sustaining crystal vase,
To lie in withered grace, beauty on beauty, lovingly extolled.
Copyright 2008 Jim Ross
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July 9, 2006 Severed Daffodil
February 20, 2008 01:38 AM EST
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Comments: 34
Thank you, Carol.
Thank you, Cheryl.
Great, Gerry. Winter sure can linger! A plinth is a pedestal (in this case, marble) used as a base for objects.
Thank you, Sheila.
It sure will be nice when they begin to grow, Jim. Thank you for the nice comment.
Thank you, Reena. I can picture them in a little gold rush town nearby called "Daffodil Hill".
Thank you for sharing that fact, Ann.
Thank you, Anne. They are indeed graceful.
You have so tenderly presented the" withered grace, beauty on beauty, lovingly extolled" helps me, a human person, not so afraid to go forward with this life! I mean, if the lovely daffodil can be graceful -- then maybe so can I! Make any sense? .... well, it does to me...
Your grateful Friend
CoffeeLady
Thank you for that insightful read, Mary; I'm glad you liked the poem, and thrilled the technique bore fruit. I will carry the smile your comment gave me, for hours.
Beautifully spoken, d m. Your words about the flower echo.
Beauty is a treasure wherever it is found, CoffeeLady, and in a person's soul the beauty transcends all. Thank you for the compliment.
Thank you, Alison.
A portrait of time in the portrayal of the life of the daffodil.
a symbolic message of life transformed and the beauty that prevails...
lovely.
this was a beautiful and lovely piece - I love the rhythm - and can visualize just this metamorphis...Salud.