Pam Webb

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A Triptych of Daffodils

The Poem

The Daffodils (I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud)

by William Wordsworth

Portrait of William Wordsworth, by William Shu...

Portrait of William Wordsworth, by William Shuter, 1798. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A Poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

The Parody


The Possibility*


Multicolored splendor
that’s just how my day has been
Confetti bits of happiness
round about me swirling
filled with
Dancing Bright Lights
of promise
Like spring after
a tedious winter–
a golden day filled
with pristine greens
The release of dark days
and the renewing
of earth’s
like the  spangle sparkle
of firecracker flickers punctuating
the night sky
grass blades shimmer emerald
tree leaves bud pink
robin song chuckle eloquent
Bright light points of promise
that dance out from the earth
tingling and jingling
all in reach
catch that feeling
of delicious buoyant
bounce of new
and they, too
will become
Joyous like a chartreuse star

Confetti (Photo credit: DuracellDirect)

*from the collection The Dance of Color (an exploration of synesthesia)

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3 thoughts on “A Triptych of Daffodils

  1. The Wordsworth poem makes me think of my grandfather because it leads to one of his favorite stories. He likes to talk of his very logical friend in college who was in a lit class with him. The professor was talking about “I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud” and the majesty of the image of 10,000 daffodils when the friend interjects and says “Well, that’s not really that many. It’s only 100 this way by 100 that way.”

    Thanks for bringing up that memory 🙂

    • Glad the poem brought up a happy memory. This poem always makes me happy. I wonder what it would be like to come across a myriad of daffodils? I’m ecstatic with the thirty or so in my front garden.

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