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When life gives you a hundred reasons to cry, show life that you have a thousand reasons to smile. ~ Author Unknown

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AUGUST 28, 2011 8:09PM

Wandering Lonely

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On golden fields
your painting so vivid
vibrant
bespattered
far and wide
burgeoning with hope and cheer

and mine eyes behold

Your orchestra
performing
a beautiful golden-yellow symphony
trumpets trumpeting
powerful
intense
sometimes a little boastful
perhaps even narcissistic

and mine ears respect

Across your gilded seas
the bells toll
heralding new beginnings
composed
in unison
together
but not

wandering lonely
silently drowning in unrequited pleas

forever holding faith

and I, your witness

 

 

© Kate Little 2011
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daffodils, faith, hope, new beginnings, life, love, death, heaven and earth and everything in between!, greek mythology, narcissus, william wordsworth, how did a little research on the connection between daffodils and daffodil day for cancer get to this???

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Thank you so much, JD. I thought this one had been lost in the SPAM.
Little Kate
August 28, 2011 11:32 PM
Kate, this was lovely!
Poppi Iceland
August 28, 2011 11:53 PM
Poppi, thank you so very much! I do appreciate you reading.
Little Kate
August 28, 2011 11:54 PM
At first I thought you were referring to Van Gogh's sunflowers. But daffodils, I love them so. They are delicate and happy to watch open as was this lovely poem.
rated with love
RomanticPoetess
August 29, 2011 12:30 AM
RP, there is a heck of a lot here in this poem for me but that you thought of Van Gogh and Sunflowers is pretty kind of wonderful. I believe in Sunflowers, he painted the stages of life ... and this is kind of what this poem is about too. Life, death, the beauty of what we have here on earth, the hardships that we encounter ... a bit of everything is here for me.
Little Kate
August 29, 2011 12:58 AM
"Forever holding faith" I'm hoping is the optimum question. Much to think about in this lovely poem of yours, kate.
trilogy
August 29, 2011 01:38 AM
Faith, hope, love ... the crux of life, tril. We need them to believe in tomorrow.

Thank you, dear friend, for always dropping by to read and comment. Much love.
Little Kate
August 29, 2011 01:46 AM
Do I detect a bit of a rejoinder to Wordsworth's "I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud"? Well done. The visual imagery is acute, and I especially like the idea of witnessing, of being a witness, of paying attention to that which is glorious, and valuable (as your references to gold suggest) because such scenes make us wonder, and wonder is but a small step from gratitude. An eloquent poem.
Jerry DeNuccio
August 29, 2011 07:47 AM
Jerry, this certainly didn't start out with Wordsworth's "Daffodils"/ "I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud" in mind but along the way the connection came to be and is duly acknowledged.

Jerry, yes, you get to the heart of it ... witnessing all that is glorious, valuable, precious ... all that is provided for us ... and so too all that ails and afflicts us ... in essence, witnessing life ... is indeed the intent of my poem.
Little Kate
August 29, 2011 08:26 AM
"... wandering lonely ... and I, your witness"
How your last lines here hold me. Thinking of the wandering one. Thinking of the loneliness. Grateful they are witnessed.
Thinking of you, Kate, and all these lines mean to you.
anna1liese
August 29, 2011 10:51 AM
A voice that misses and also is in contempt of something held at a distance
DH Austin
August 29, 2011 02:22 PM
anna1liese, have I told you before how your words and thoughts wrap around me and just hold me too? A hug, dear Anna ... holding tight... and much love.
Little Kate
August 29, 2011 04:20 PM
jramelle, I knew someone had read and rated but did not realise that there was no comment because my poem was being held … to ponder and appreciate more fully. That you held it while on your walk and imagined those fields of daffodils and their music … imagined the song may change with the change of circumstance … as life changes ... well, it seems not enough, but THANK YOU.

I am very, very touched.

I just can’t put into words how deeply, deeply honoured I am.
Little Kate
August 29, 2011 04:49 PM
DH Austin, you pick up on an element here that has not been touched upon in comments as yet. Thank you so much for that. I was however, going more for "sadness" or "dismay" rather than "contempt". It is so very interesting to know how others hear/feel/interpret a poem. Thank you!
Little Kate
August 29, 2011 05:33 PM
Too late at night for me to read all the comments below. My first thought is that Spring must be showing its glory in Austrailia! Not quite fall here yet, but oh, I am on the edge of my seat waiting for it.
pastvoices
August 30, 2011 12:07 AM
pastvoices, Spring is officially only 2 days away down here. I understand Fall officially starts a little later in September for you. What glorious months they both are ... each filled with special delights.
Little Kate
August 30, 2011 12:14 AM