Sunburn April 16, 2013Posted by aquillam in poetry.
Tags: NaPoWriMo, spring
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An hour past mid-day it is 62º but it is the warmest, sunniest day so far this year. Looking down on the lawn students are in short sleeves or shorts chatting playing frisbee flirting. You are laying on the grass in a short black skirt, high heeled boots pretending to pay attention only to your cell phone which you hold up so you can watch a boy playing frisbee. From 9 stories up I can see 4 inches of bare thigh beet red and I wonder if you thought about the long winter when you put that outfit on.
daffodils April 13, 2009Posted by aquillam in poetry, writing.
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The daffodils are starting to bloom, which always make me think of my grandfather, reciting Wordsworth.
I WANDERED LONELY AS A CLOUD
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.