Courtesy: Poets United
I wonder
if in a previous birth
I was a golden daffodil*
cozying in my plant-mother’s bosom,
and fluttering and dancing in joy,
among a host of my siblings and peers.
and didn’t I weave a dream
in him, a poet,
who would sketch me in his words
while he wandered lonely as a cloud.
*Narcissus /nɑːrˈsɪsəs/ is a genus of predominantly spring perennial plants in the Amaryllidaceae (amaryllis) family. Various common names including daffodil,[notes 1] daffadowndilly,[3] narcissus, and jonquil are used to describe all or some members of the genus. Wikipedia.
sumanar/lekha 
As I was researching for the prompt – and reading quotes, a very common theme was the vanity of artists, writers and poets. That we would spend so much time talking about ourselves. It made me chuckle. On some level so true.
We all suffer from some level of vanity.
Wanting to be noticed. Particularly by one who would take the time, to capture every detail. To look even at the little things of us. To notice us.
Lovely write sumana.
I had wondered where you went but figured you might be catching your breath after last month. Good to see you. Hope all is well.
Oh! my god. this is so beautiful, who might know, you might be that daffodil!!
Yes you did!
There are much worse things to be than a daffodil! 😉
Really delightful read, flows effortlessly like a stream. Well done. Warm greetings!
Love, love, love this!💕 Especially the reference to Wordsworth at the end 😀 Beautifully penned.💕
I love your nod to Wordsworth here!
Narcissus longing to be a muse! I liked the playfulness here.
I love the image of that bloom “fluttering and dancing in joy”, to be immortalized by a poet.
I love this. Wordsworth has been my inspiration for years and since seeing an exhibition called The Walking Poets about Wordsworth and Basho a Japanese haiku writer.
I enjoyed the playfulness in this. yes I think you might easily be a sunny yellow daffodil or narcissus.
How wonderful it is to see ourselves as part of the world as flowers, trees, even the sea as we live our lives being part of this beautiful Earth, and perhaps the daffodils as they nod are thinking the same! Whata beautiful poem Sumana.
I would say more of a daffadowndilly (mad daffodil) in a previous life:)
I think each word is true. I loved this write.
“didn’t I weave a dream
in him, a poet,
who would sketch me in his words
While he wandered lonely as a cloud” — of course, yes!
“That floats on high o’er vales and hills,”!!
Beautifully done, Sumana!
This is so beautiful, not to mention wistful! I’m sure his sketched words wouldn’t hold a candle to the ones supplied by you here. Lovely.
I will take this as a wonderful tribute to one of my favourite nature poets, Wordsworth. Beautifully penned, Sumanadi… ❤