Poem ‘Daffodil Girl’
by fb
Daffodil Girl
I took a picture of you.
The one where you’re cupping a daffodil,
kneeling in the sacred space,
where you wear your sky blue coat
with the sun in exaltation,
as if shining from your April face,
so round and vibrant and pink,
leaving me to the sombre shadows,
out of sight on the nether side.
And I was some strange Narcissus,
making sure I saw myself when
passing shop windows, always critical,
so self-absorbed and vain –
though far from glorious.
But I still remember that image,
the delicate touch of your fingers
on the flower, all caring and giving.
So thanks for being you,
for making me see beyond
this paltry vision of myself.
image and poem © copyright dfbarker 2012
poem taken from collection ‘Anonymous Lines’ available at amazon.
image partly digitally altered from a larger original.
This is truly inspiring, so affective. I totally enjoyed it, you’ve got the gift!
Very nice and beautiful…
so lovely…you made me see her as well..love the play on narcissus..
A child picking daffodils definitely makes a better person of us, just because we looked and remembered. Lovely poem so fitting for February when I have many daffodils blooming in my garden!
Hi,
A beautiful poem, and I loved the way you finished the poem off in you last paragraph, well don.
I love the painting, yellow flowers, always cheerful I feel.
Oh what a lovely and tender memory
I am partial to daffodils
Soon they shall be here…
warm sweet field of yellow!!!
Pete – I’m very grateful, thank you!
Thank you so much!!!
My pleasure, just calling it how I see it.
Thank you so much Claudia!
Thank you once again!!!
Mags – thank you so much!!!
Raven, thank you again!
I nominate you for the Liebster Award!
See
http://steponacrack.wordpress.com/2012/02/15/the-leibster-award-thank-you-steph/
for details!
Peace, Jen
Hi David
Narcis is the Dutch word for Daffodil, named after Narcissus, as the flowers seem to watch themselves in the water like he did. I like the way the cupping of the daffodil and the vain-ness meet in the poem here
beautiful poem and painting.
Ina
I love the contrast you’ve created here, David. What we see in those we love compared to what we find within ourselves comes across so clearly for me through the words. It’s wonderful when someone else can help us to move past the darkness within ourselves. Lovely poetry, as always.
Beautifully done, love it !
so sweeeeeet
Emma thank you so much!
Fiona thank you!
Thank yo so much!
Ina, thank you so much once again!
You are so kind and I’m grateful.
I have so much to read and catch up on! Love it! God Bless
You too! Thank you!
You very welcome! God Bless
I am loving your words and your paintings are glorious. What comes first, the words or the paintings?
Both together really, although I’ve only started to do this ‘more seriously’ over the past few years. Thank you!
i like the way you bare yourself…
thanks; i also enjoyed the field you’ve made me visit
Thank you Mira!
A little introspection, brought on by a young girl in a glorious field of daffodils, who wears a sky blue coat,
with the sun in exaltation,
is probably a good thing. The vanity that bestrides all of us has the beauty of the peacock’s song, not its tailfeathers, and once in awhile beauty should send our mind reeling into where awe changes the perception of who we are.
May we all give thanks to those who help us see beyond ourselves into a place where ourselves can be better.
Thank you so much for your comments, Thomas – I think you’ve nailed it.
Beautiful!
as i wandered yesterday morning
wildcrafting as i went along, I laughed
with pure pleasure at the first daffodil blooming
I like your very open descriptions of what you see ..
Thank you for sharing
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maryrose
Thank you maryrose! My stuff tends to vary quite a bit, but I am prone to some wearing my heart on my sleeve occasionally!
I love this painting–the combination of colors, the movement! And really enjoyed how and where the poem leads.
Thank you once more!