Poem ‘Daffodil Girl’

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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.

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36 thoughts on “Poem ‘Daffodil Girl’”

  4. 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!

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  5. 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. 😀

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  6. Oh what a lovely and tender memory
    I am partial to daffodils 😀
    Soon they shall be here…
    warm sweet field of yellow!!!

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  15. 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

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  16. 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.

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  31. 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.

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  33. 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

    )0(
    maryrose

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