Monday, June 28, 2010


Daffodils are a promise
I tell myself
as I cross the threshold 
of what I don't know
but it's not a promise 
from a dead long poet 
with an aptly alliterated
name.  They're
not a promise from windy skies or 
stolen breath or words and 
empty nothings that don't count
as promises because they're broken 
before they're spoken.
But daffodils 
are a promise
I tell myself 
as I cross the threshold
into morning.



  1. I enjoy a poem with a poetic ending that twists my expectations and leaves me aware of that part of myself that loves to connect with people through writing.

    I have no true idea what "morning" means here, but it feels utterly familiar and wonderful.


  2. Thank you so much for reading and commenting! I'm glad you enjoyed the poem and the ending. I am also a fan of twist endings, and I love it when authors and poets do it to me.

  3. I really like this. I've read it over several times and I like it more every time. :) Stopping over from Glynn's place!

  4. Thank you so much for reading and commenting! I'm so glad you enjoyed the poem, and that it keeps getting better. That's always my goal as a poet and a writer. :) Glad you found me!


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