daffodils swaying still




See - there they are
Virginia and Leonard Woolf
with eyes searching the distance
a table laid for a party
in vases - flowers
Mrs Daloway bougth them herself

on fields of daffodils
swaying in the wind
as they did in Wordsworth's days
I dream myself away
watch clouds form
into what I desire

forgoten hidden days
them I never saw
but read about
travel on my train of thought

Virginia Woolf is smiling once more
and dafodils are swaying still








Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-05-29 at 20:08

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Zoya Zaidi
Yes, dreams and reality some times mix together to become hallucinations just as they did for Virginia Woolf...
We dream and dream, and what else can we do...
Daffodils are forever to bob their heads in our fantasy world... That we live in Kath!

(((Hugs for this somehow disturbing, yet, lyrically beautiful write)))
Love, Zoya
2007-05-30


M Heathcote
The country habit has me by the heart,
For he's bewitched for ever who has seen,
Not with his eyes but with his vision,
Spring
Flow down the woods and stipple leaves
with sun.
('Winter' from The Land)

Vita Sackville-West

Vita Sackville-West and Harold and
Voilet and Virginia Woolf
They are names that will live on forever
Because they encompassed so much movement together
In every respect in so many-ways.

Nice write Kath x
2007-05-29