Open Poetry #32 |
The Daffodil (repost by request) |
Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
THE DAFFODIL She is the first to bloom in the spring, lifting her head towards the sun to sing of love and laughter, caring and giving, sharing the joy she feels in living. But each night as the sun leaves the sky, she lowers her head and begins to cry. Loneliness shadows her face in repose, Again he’s picked the tulip and rose. Always waiting to be chosen and then, always passed over again and again. The sun will rise and she will show the cheery face they all may know. But when again, she is passed by, The evening comes and she retreats with a sigh. Always waiting to be chosen and then, always passed over again and again. No one can tell during the hours of light, of the secret desires that haunt her night. To never be left alone to die never again, alone to cry. Always waiting to be chosen and then, always passed over again and again. Pick me she sighs, pick me please… but behind the smile, no one sees The tears that are shed with a silent moan, she is never chosen she dies alone *** This poem was written in 1990. Two years after my divorce. I read a book about Sun Signs and the flower for Aquarius is a daffodil...the flower that symbolizes unrequited love. It also reflects my life...I love and receive nothing in return. Perhaps I need to change the kind of men that interest me? LOL |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
I don't know who requested this repost... but I'm so glad they did!! *S* This has always been a favorite of mine... in part because the daffodil is my favorite flower... in part because I know the deep and lasting pain of such passover all too well... Change the men, my friend... for you deserve to receive as much love as you give. *S* This is absolutely beautiful!!! |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
thank you for this repost... you know I can relate |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
"Pick me she sighs, pick me please… but behind the smile, no one sees The tears that are shed with a silent moan, she is never chosen she dies alone" I know he's out there and ready to pick you PDV! Loved this write so much... thanks to whomever asked for the repost. I'm so pleased I didn't miss it! ~Smiles & Hugs, Nancy~ ~Somewhere in my heart I'm always |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Well it wasn't me that requested it, 'cause I think you are the prettiest daffy dil to hit the planet but I liked the poem though. Wait a second, you love and get nothing in return? Hey! Wait a second there, you got moi didn't you? |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
Poet deVine, the poem, I loved -- I love personification of flowers. But so sad. Hope you have been picked by now. ....jo |
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Honeybee Member Ascendant
since 1999-12-26
Posts 5372Ontario, CANADA |
"Pick me she sighs, pick me please… but behind the smile, no one sees The tears that are shed with a silent moan, she is never chosen she dies alone" ___________________________________________ Thank you Sharon for reposting this for me and for the explanation of why and when you penned this....it makes me appreciate the meaning behind this poem ever more and it's interesting to know that the daffodil represents your sun sign. Although I have a few favourites of yours, this is by far my favoruite and of course I relate. This is beautiful in it's melancholy and touches me very much. Melissa Intellectually I know that Canada is no better than any other country. Emotionally I KNOW that Canada is the best country in the world! |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
so many can relate to this it is a wonderfully REAL write, m'friend and I am happy that someone had the smarts to request an encore |
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Interloper
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
oh devine poet you are the flowering kind oh so delicate ~*~ like a buttercup or a dutch tulip in bloom catching the sun's rays ~*~ a weaver of words that cleave to the soul of man so delicately Fool, said my Muse to me, look in thy heart and write. |
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