Commentary and Philosophy Poetry posted January 10, 2009 | Chapters: | ...8 9 -10- |
A sonnet pondering the virtues of wasting time
A chapter in the book Sonnets
Slowing Down
by adewpearl
How often I've stormed headlong into life, assaulting what would better be embraced. My urgency incising like a knife all things that might slow down my frantic pace. My pride has been to follow a straight line, that fabled shortest distance 'tween two points, to never deviate from my design, to stay on task lest I should disappoint. How many golden daffodils have danced, then wilted since I've read a Wordsworth rhyme? How long since I upon a stream have chanced and stopped to skip a stone and waste some time? So stroll I shall by cool, meandrous stream to step by measured step my soul redeem. |
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I know winter is not half over, but I've had enough and am already daydreaming about fields of daffodils. The Wordsworth poem alluded to here is "I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud" or "Daffodils" from 1804.
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