I Wandered Lonely As a Duckling

"I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud"
~by William Wordsworth~

I wandered lonely as a Duckling
Swimming in a big and lovely pond,
Trying to fit in and make a bond,
A group of golden fluffy ducklings.
Beside the lake, beneath the blue sky,
Playing together, not being shy.

Graceful as the wildflowers that grow
Growing in beauty, pure as the snow,
Sweet as honeydew or summer rain. 
Though grace and beauty, there's also pain
Beautiful roses that still have thorns
Or gentle lambs, now sheep with sharp horns


Staying together, not leaving their group
They all waddled in the most perfect line
Beside the crystal pond in the sunshine:
In unison, with their heads held up high,
They passed by one by one, and waved goodbye:

I often think, Am I really that strange?
Or was it them that decided to change?
Their eyes size me up, their judgment is plain
Causing my heart to recoil in pain
I cherish memories from long ago
The beautiful group, my heart longed to know
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Inman Avatar
July 18, 2023 at 5:15 AM
Very nicely written Anna Marie. As we grow sometimes we find that common bonds seem to fade away between ourselves and the ones close to us. It can be quite sad and painful but it also allows us to become the unique and singular individuals that make us who we are and that is what makes us special.
Kaianah Avatar
July 31, 2023 at 1:42 PM
Thank you! So very true. It hurts so much to be pushed out and feeling like something is wrong us but if they don't accept us for who WE are then they aren't worth our time. It's hard to see that sometimes but there is nothing wrong with who we are and we shouldn't let anyone change us. Thank you for stopping by and commenting, stay safe and God bless you!
Meadows Avatar
July 18, 2023 at 12:01 AM
A lovely poem. Well written.
Kaianah Avatar
July 31, 2023 at 1:43 PM
Thank you Jeanette I appreciate you stopping by and commenting.
Purcell Avatar
July 17, 2023 at 5:24 PM
This is touching, evokes feelings of sadness, yet beautiful. It takes me back to a time or two when I felt lost and alone - makes me so grateful now for God's grace and blessings.
Kaianah Avatar
July 31, 2023 at 1:45 PM
Aw thank you so much Jessie! Yes, I don't what I would do without Jesus when I was going through this.. I appreciate you stopping by and comment. Stay safe!
Kiser Avatar
December 17, 2022 at 3:34 PM
I think we all have these moments where they seem to drag on forever; alone and feeling a bit hopeless. Well crafted and a nice take on Wordsworth's poem.
Kaianah Avatar
December 22, 2022 at 11:05 PM
Thank you so much for your comment. <3
Tor Avatar
September 30, 2022 at 9:32 PM
The emotions and reflections took a personal twist of something deeper, sensitive, and an experienced felt of isolation from others , not belonging, for whatever reason. Excellent to read Anna. A favorite wow...
Kaianah Avatar
October 22, 2022 at 7:48 PM
Thank you so much, Michael! I am so glad it is a fav for you =)
Horsman Avatar
September 27, 2022 at 7:58 PM
Interesting poem, Anna, love the theme and where it takes the reader. Harry
Kaianah Avatar
September 29, 2022 at 12:34 AM
Thanks!
Legros Kelley Avatar
September 24, 2022 at 3:47 AM
This is fabulous Anna, the sadness is really reflected in this image of 'a clique' and is painfully sad. This is beautifully and artistically written, I am impressed <3 God bless you precious friend <3
Kaianah Avatar
September 26, 2022 at 12:21 AM
Thank you so much, BJ! <3 God bless!
Buhagiar Avatar
September 22, 2022 at 1:58 AM
Wonderful descriptions. A poem to read and digest. Best for a win.
Kaianah Avatar
September 22, 2022 at 1:45 PM
Thank you so much, Victor. =)
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