It's Tuesday ~ time for Poetics in the dVerse Poets Pub Poets Pub Merril has provided us with a list of daffodil varieties. We are to use at least three in our poems, more if we choose. No required form or length, nor are we required to write about daffodils or spring ~~~ which means poetry options are limitless today. Yippee!
Gibbs Garden ~ Ball Ground, GA ~ I have visited many times
I used Golden Dawn, Love Call and Sentinel
~ the Appalachian foothills ~
whispers of nature weave through the air
this sanctuary where daffodils dance
in golden dawn
this tapestry of petals
where time stands still
i wander the labyrinth of pathways
lose myself in the beauty
surrounding me
in this oasis of serenity
my weary soul is soothed
as day fades into dusk
daffodils take on a new guise
standing sentinel as shadows
dance among blooms
weaving tales of mystery and wonder
reminding me, beauty is fleeting
midst whispers of wind
the love call of birds
my dreams take flight
time a distant memory.
Oh my goodness, Helen--what a gorgeous place. I love how you capture how the daffodils look as the light changes. Indeed, beauty is fleeting. Thank you for writing to the prompt!
ReplyDeleteI love the place you describe... I am still waiting for daffodils, but you gives me reason to hope.
ReplyDeleteYour Verse 2 is my favourite
ReplyDeleteMuch♡love
The photo and your poetry are stunning together, Helen...drinking in the beauty!
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DeleteBeautiful, Helen. Well done.
ReplyDeleteWhat a gorgeous sight that must be. Your poem brings out just how lovely it is.
ReplyDeleteDearest Helen,
ReplyDeleteLovely poem about a truly heavenly place!
We visited there 3 years ago and wish I could walk that distance now...
https://mariettesbacktobasics.blogspot.com/2021/04/our-visit-to-gibbs-gardens-at-ball.html
Hugs,
Mariette
Wow, I thought at first that you had written for my Wordsworth prompt, but it seems that Dverse and I were on the same wavelength this week. I love your poem, Helen. Indeed, it's ALL fleeting.
ReplyDeleteI reckon I'm a day late with dVerse. Oh well, those folks are awfully busy. There's nothing quite like a band of daffodils to welcome spring. Their beauty is fleeting and maybe that's why they're so special.
ReplyDeleteIt's a refreshing poem, and picture, Helen. From the Midwest, and for sure not around here is Houston, I am not used to fields of flowers. If there were some it would have been Sunflowers in the former, still none here. I gather they don't stay in bloom for very long, life 'fleeting'. Your pictures in verse and on the web say homage to pretty blossoms.
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This is amazing.😍😍
ReplyDeletePoetry and flowers suit your post even more. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteWhat a gorgeous landscape you painted, Helen! I love the idea of a ‘tapestry of petals where time stands still’.
ReplyDeleteI'm able to visualise the beautiful vista through your poem, Helen. :)
ReplyDeleteA great poem, Helen. Full of wonder and amazement lost in time.
ReplyDeleteOur daffodils have already flown, but yours are still beautiful!
ReplyDeleteA poem as lovely as the flowers it celebrates - not to mention the poetess...
ReplyDeleteGorgeous imagery.The mountains are a place I love, dearly.
ReplyDeleteThe ephemeral nature of flowers adds to the magic of their beauty--and this place looks to be full of magic, which is reflected in your words.
ReplyDeleteWhat a gorgeous place! I love, "this sanctuary where daffodils dance
ReplyDeletein golden dawn".