daffodils unfold
stretching pedals to endless
evening sky;
breathing deep, shoulders unwind,
arms reach wide across earth
Day 8
08 Wednesday Apr 2015
My Poetry Library
Where there is Poverty, Poetry and ... Death, there you will find Truth
Bralowski
Poetry and Stories by Zach Jackson
Melody Chen
Word-Experimentalist
One Woman's Quest
Passion for writing ignites my soul's momentum
The Naga
Critical. Crazy. Catastrophic.
Fred Gonsowski Garden Home
Garden Design, Gardening and Interior Decorating information, how-to, and ideas
GOOD BLACK NEWS
The Good Things Black People Do, Give and Receive All Over The World
NPHR Blog
Public Health Matters
The Shout Heard 'Round The World: Exploring the Meaning and the Message of the Declaration of Independence
Just another WordPress.com weblog
Life is But This 命
Mary Tang 鄧許文è˜
EWIAN
Independent audiovideo artist
Jessamayann
whispers & screams & in betweens
Brendan Cole - Writer
Musings On Life and Other Minutiae
forgottenmeadows
thoughts from my mind to yours
Little Jasmine
A fine WordPress.com site
Epiphanies
Documenting the little truths that make every day worth being enthusiastic about.
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I love how the breathing deep could be the daffodils as well as any humans on the scene. 🙂 You’ve captured so perfectly that feeling of uncurling in the sun and gentler air.
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Thank you! This poem was inspired by one of my yoga teachers. She would be so happy to hear you take away what you did! But I do feel I did not capture the full meaning of her point. So you might be seeing daffodils again soon. It’s so hard to get these things right. But it is also always wonderful to have an excuse to talk about daffodils! They are absolutely the most wondeful flower.
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Yes, I’ll read more daffodil poems!
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