(a parody of the Daffodils by Wordsworth)
I drift slowly like perfume
Filling the garden late in spring
Around the slots that crowd the room
Humming my favorite ring-a-ling
Doing their saucy song and dance
Convincing me to take a chance
I wish for cherries in a row
The clinking sound in trays below
Often when I think in bed
Wondering why I’m fighting sleep
My thoughts return to black and red
As hours and minutes seem to creep
I’m in my favorite paradise
With wheels that spin and cards and dice
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Joan Magiet is the author of 4 books of poetry, “Tender Chains,” “Haiku for Jewtalian Mothers,” “Push Back the Boundaries,” and “Newsy Limericks.” She is a former Assistant Professor English, adjunct faculty at SUNY, Nassau. She is also a founding member of Performance Poets Association and former contest judge and editor of the PPA Literary Review.
I drift slowly like perfume
Filling the garden late in spring
Around the slots that crowd the room
Humming my favorite ring-a-ling
Doing their saucy song and dance
Convincing me to take a chance
I wish for cherries in a row
The clinking sound in trays below
Often when I think in bed
Wondering why I’m fighting sleep
My thoughts return to black and red
As hours and minutes seem to creep
I’m in my favorite paradise
With wheels that spin and cards and dice
_______________________________________________________________
Joan Magiet is the author of 4 books of poetry, “Tender Chains,” “Haiku for Jewtalian Mothers,” “Push Back the Boundaries,” and “Newsy Limericks.” She is a former Assistant Professor English, adjunct faculty at SUNY, Nassau. She is also a founding member of Performance Poets Association and former contest judge and editor of the PPA Literary Review.
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