Terry Flood Poet Rhyme

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 I took this photo of poppies in my garden, today. It kinda got me thinking...

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A Notional First Draft

I wandered and pondered my bleak isolation
As I slowly perused this wide open space
That one cloud above me seemed, like me, quite lonely
Its passage was slow as it matched my own pace
And then I saw poppies so tall, red and bold
I wished they were daffies in yellow and gold

The lake in its vastness reflected the skies
And sprinkles of sunlight beyond that lone cloud
Peppered the ripples with myriad eyes
And led me to feel like I walked with a crowd
While unopened poppies stand tall with bowed heads
They’ll stand even taller displaying their reds

Could there be any more precious a day
I all at once yearned to be no other place
With sunlight and ripples and poppies that sway
I found that a smile had enlivened my face
For such a sight might make an old poet gay
(Which one should interpret the old fashioned way)

For oftentimes upon my old sofa lain
I reminisce of all those poppies so red
Their petals occur to me now and again
But gold hues hold sway in my head
Though poppies, that day, cleared my mind of its ills
I still wish that they had all been daffodils

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Jerry Brotherton July 7, 2024 at 5:12 AM A fantastic poem, my friend. A true favorite for me. I like daffodils, but they come and go so quickly.

Deb M July 3, 2024 at 9:41 PM Just loved this Terry....poppies and daffies both beautifully different. A lovely write with the Ole Terrence humor throughout!! Daffies are my favourite but your poppies are glorius! Debx Deb M July 4, 2024 at 5:47 AM You think you may be bonkers…..Hallo!!! Haha Terry Flood July 4, 2024 at 2:21 AM Thanks, Deb. These started flowering a few days ago and i thought it would be amusing to make the daffodil comparison…. I think i may be bonkers ;-)

Beryl Edmonds July 3, 2024 at 8:38 PM Poppies are very special to me, they remind me of my mother, who was born on Remembrance Day, and daffodils too because she was originally from Wales. Love the poem Terry and your poppies are beautiful… Beryl Terry Flood July 4, 2024 at 2:22 AM Thanks, Beryl. It’s nice to have found something to write about… inspiration has been lean of late. So glad you enjoyed. Terry

Lin Lane July 3, 2024 at 4:16 PM Dear Terry, your serious reflections on poppies and clouds rival any humorous write you favor us with by offering us your posts. It's a fabulous wandering in your garden to ponder beautiful flowers and a lovely day. You can always plant yourself some daffies. ;-) Terry Flood July 3, 2024 at 4:39 PM Aww shucks… Thanks, Lin. I truly wasn’t worried that I’d failed with this… only that the gag was too obscure (it’s a risk we ‘humour’ writers run….. did I really just categorise myself?) HELP!… I NEED A SHRINK… As I said, Lin… I’m chuffed, either way ;-) Lin Lane July 3, 2024 at 4:29 PM Terry, I feel the opposite of chuffed that you think you failed in this writing. Therein lies the success of your poetry. Don't you see... you are known for writing wonderful humor, and yet knowing this I found an equally expressive view of what you allowed me to see through your eyes. The sun shines as brightly on poppies as it does on any other flower. There is much more to you as a poet... Accept it! Terry Flood July 3, 2024 at 4:23 PM O dear… did I fail dismally? This was meant to be a light hearted take on Mr Wordsworth writing a first draft of ‘I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud’… I’m chuffed that you liked what I wrote, but I wonder if my gag was a little less than obvious. HEY! You enjoyed it… I ain’t complaining ;-)