Don’t you love it when a quote inspires you to write a few words to illuminate your own meaning to it?
My quote inspired by EE Cummings . See bottom quote. Have a fab weekend!
Posted on Apr 15, 2021, in POETRY and tagged Creative Writing, Creativity, Emotions, Nature, Quotes, writing prompts. Bookmark the permalink. 8 Comments.
Hey. Good to be in touch again. I lost the original poem, I think, because I inadvertently highlighted it while saving and update and the little update replaced the original. Something like that. Best guess.
Anyway, here is the updated, recreation. I made it a personal love letter – in honour of my late wife, sharing with my “Dear Daisy.”
Dear Daisy
From grn mini comp bk Apr9-17—May 4-17
H. W. Bryce
I Missed the Spring this Year
I missed the Spring and flowers this year
and life seems so much less magic,
Like being invited to the ball
And not being able to attend.
The air was so much poorer
For the lack of their perfume,
Even the pollen in my eyes
Seemed so much thinner this year.
The daffodils were late this year,
Their colours were somewhat pale.
The rhododendrons dropped their petals
Far too soon, the roses lost their allure.
Love was absent in the air this Spring,
There were no lovers here around,
The scent of love’s affection
Was missing from the atmosphere.
The Hyacinth was but a shadow, and
Like the rose that died upon the vine,
The lilac lost its colour, the snowdrops
Failed to show as usual through the snow.
The cherry blossoms were not here,
The ground flowers were still under snow.
When the sun will come out again,
There is no way for me to know.
Yes, I missed the spring this year,
And for this I must confess, I shed a tear.
The saddest loss of all, the birds I did not hear.
But what I missed the most, you were not here.
I blog on facebook.
Be well, my friend.
Hi Daisy,
It’s been a long time. I kinda lost track of my Telus account, and now I’m not really on it.|
You might remember me from “those days.” We used to correspond.
How odd. I wrote a poem to you (2027, I think) called Dear Daisy, I missed the Spring this Year.
i LOST THE POEM TO THE ETHER and could never find it, or recreate it. So now I have recreated A poem.
It is on my blog, if you care to take a look.
Link: https://www.facebook.com/herb.w.bryce/
I am glad you are still “with us” and still writing. Seems you have come a LONG way, my friend.
Cheers.
Of course I remember you, my friend. It has been a long time indeed!
I’m good, thank you. Life has it’s ups & downs doeant it? How are you?
I don’t blog as much on here as I used it. It’s a place to get my thoughts organised all in one place.
I think I eecall it. I would have to go through all my posts to find it . How did lose all your work?
Daisy in the willows 
Hey.. let the inspiration goes on..
It has been a long while.. but i really feel good to see you again
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Akhila, it has been a while! Fab to hear from you too. How are you?
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Hey. Good to be in touch again. I lost the original poem, I think, because I inadvertently highlighted it while saving and update and the little update replaced the original. Something like that. Best guess.
Anyway, here is the updated, recreation. I made it a personal love letter – in honour of my late wife, sharing with my “Dear Daisy.”
Dear Daisy
From grn mini comp bk Apr9-17—May 4-17
H. W. Bryce
I Missed the Spring this Year
I missed the Spring and flowers this year
and life seems so much less magic,
Like being invited to the ball
And not being able to attend.
The air was so much poorer
For the lack of their perfume,
Even the pollen in my eyes
Seemed so much thinner this year.
The daffodils were late this year,
Their colours were somewhat pale.
The rhododendrons dropped their petals
Far too soon, the roses lost their allure.
Love was absent in the air this Spring,
There were no lovers here around,
The scent of love’s affection
Was missing from the atmosphere.
The Hyacinth was but a shadow, and
Like the rose that died upon the vine,
The lilac lost its colour, the snowdrops
Failed to show as usual through the snow.
The cherry blossoms were not here,
The ground flowers were still under snow.
When the sun will come out again,
There is no way for me to know.
Yes, I missed the spring this year,
And for this I must confess, I shed a tear.
The saddest loss of all, the birds I did not hear.
But what I missed the most, you were not here.
I blog on facebook.
Be well, my friend.
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It’s a fabulous poem. I love it. Thank you so much for sharing your worda with me again. It has made me smile. Stay safe and will keep in touch, Herb!
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Hi Daisy,
It’s been a long time. I kinda lost track of my Telus account, and now I’m not really on it.|
You might remember me from “those days.” We used to correspond.
How odd. I wrote a poem to you (2027, I think) called Dear Daisy, I missed the Spring this Year.
i LOST THE POEM TO THE ETHER and could never find it, or recreate it. So now I have recreated A poem.
It is on my blog, if you care to take a look.
Link: https://www.facebook.com/herb.w.bryce/
I am glad you are still “with us” and still writing. Seems you have come a LONG way, my friend.
Cheers.
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Of course I remember you, my friend. It has been a long time indeed!
I’m good, thank you. Life has it’s ups & downs doeant it? How are you?
I don’t blog as much on here as I used it. It’s a place to get my thoughts organised all in one place.
I think I eecall it. I would have to go through all my posts to find it . How did lose all your work?
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Both beautiful.
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Thank you so much! I particularly resonate with EE Cummings quote.
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