Friday, March 20, 2020

Daffodils









Daffodils




Cold fire in spring,
ash before summer,
spirit-gold whims that open unaware,
myth's gaudy self-worship
turned outwards to share.

Drought thins them sparse,
rain's intimacy rots them,
blight comes to devour
banquets of flowers.
Still-swaying, they gentle
the plague-darkened hours,

fragile as never, temporary as breath,
 soft seeds falling to earth
to slap away death.


March 2020











posted for
 earthweal's open link







A 55, to remind everyone that next week's Friday 55 here will not be shut down.








Horticultural note; Plants in the narcissus family can reproduce  clonally, through the production of daughter bulbs and by division of clumps, and variably, by seed.







Photo ©joyannjones, 2013, Narcissus triandrus 'Lemon Drops'


16 comments:

  1. Brendan, something is eating all my comments at both earthweal and your blog. No idea why.

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  2. I read that yesterday was the earliest Spring has arrived in 124 years, some combination of leap year and the inaccurate timing of the season by these temporal units we call 'days', as though the tick of a clock is the true measure of the passage of that 4th dimension.

    Trees tricked into blooming by a warm and dry February, blooming profusely in bursts of white petals, find themselves denuded by the recent stripping wind and rain. I haven't noticed any daffodil blooms of late, but then, I mostly walk at night...

    and, I love that final line ~

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    1. Thanks, M. Spring is quite late here--we had a frost just last night, so daffodils are the only things braving the weather. Walking at night can be very useful, but hopefully devoid of humans bearing unwanted gifts.

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  3. I'll take this daffodil bouquet for exactly what and all it is. It's all we get today and will seem holy in retrospect. Impeccably crafted, Hedge, lacy yet full. I've heard that blogger and wordpress are especially at odds right now. I'll be offline for some time but will see if there's any advice from either platform. - Brendna

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    1. Brendna is my cross-dressing familiar, my sempiternal paramour - Brendan

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    2. Ha! It's healthy to be in a good relationship with the anima, I hear. Thanks for the generous reading--and so sorry I still cannot comment on your site. The swan poem took me back to a place in my childhood, where I learned to care for grave-flowers and feed swans, and where the rituals of death and grieving brought comfort. Thank you for that journey.

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  4. They're so pretty, I love them. So cheerful and we need that so badly in this hour of plague and Orangeness. The fact that they are so simple and so momentary just makes their power to cheer all the more remarkable.

    See you next week for the 55!!!

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  5. This is a beautiful rhythmic poem. I like the "summer", "whims" sonic link in the first verse. Every time I read the poem, I pick up different chimes. I particularly like "fragile as never" and the whole last verse. JIM

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    1. Thank you Jim. I loved yours as well, so much said so cleanly and sparsely. I seem to be unable to leave comments on your blog as well--you might check your spam folder. I made some remarks about the Augean stables that seemed appropriate. ;_) Anyway, Good to read you.

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    2. And thank you, checked it out and yes you were in spam! Should be good now...JIM

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    3. Excellent. That's good to know. I try to spend some time with people's poems and with my comments, and I hate for people not to get their recognition. Also glad to know because Friday is the 55,so I will be out and about. ;)

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  6. I loved reading your poem. Daffodils are one of my favorite flowers.

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  7. You lift my soul a moment, as the daffodils lifted yours. What wonderful descriptions!

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  8. You have captured and made a bouquet of their brave brightness. Lovely.

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  9. I have flowers starting to bloom but, the weather will turn cold tonight and of course I spend most of my days inside now.

    Spring will bloom regardless and I will watch behind the glass barrier.

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  10. Dear friends and readers, I seem to be unable to comment on many wordpress blogs. I apologize for the technical difficulties.

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"We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, out of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry." ~William Butler Yeats