Lonely as a Cloud....

 

The work of friendship is meaningful. The condensed version of a lunch interlude with daffodils became a coffee in the car, on the way to the gardens. Chatting, laughing and darkly humorous commiserating, alternated with discussions on the architecture of naked trees and the optimism of tiny wisteria leaf sprouts beside magnolia blooms burnt brown-tipped by recent frost.

Worthy Words & Daffodils

This was my very first post, back in December'08. Friko's comment on the poem I posted yesterday made me think of sharing this for a second time.

Some people have a way with words. When we read what they have written we feel that they are expressing our deepest thoughts. It confirms, empowers and inspires us; it helps burn a thought or image indelibly on our phsyche. Using and acknowledging their words can help us reach out to others. "See, this is the essence of what I feel" "that's what I was trying to say!"
In the Daffodil poem by William Wordsworth I appreciate the descriptions that take me with the author to a wild field of yellow flowers by a wind-swept lake.

What I value most about this poem is near the end "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 poem not only takes me to places that I recognize from my English childhood but I can draw on those memories whenever I wish. They are mine. I often store away images and moments, knowing I will visit them again and they will warm and gladden me.