Stream, Dandelion Clock and Dick Davis

19 Apr

Once again, so tired last night that I forgot to press Publish – so here is yesterday’s post, a little late!

On one of our routes into town we pass a little stream.

Coming home there were lots of delicate Dandelion clocks. I loved this one especially, in the midst of wild Forget-me-nots.

The following poem by Dick Davis, has a metaphor which recalls for me the days when our four children woke up early – now, joy of joys, when the Grandchildren come to stay, it is they who crawl into bed with us and it isn’t a matter of ‘giving up’ but of relishing the moment! Here, I feel Davis’  simile has become those awful thoughts that intrude the moment one wakes to consciousness when the ‘mess’ of reality hits with a wallop.

6 A.M. Thoughts

As soon as you wake they come blundering in
Like puppies or importunate children;
What was a landscape emerging from mist
Becomes at once a disordered garden.

And the mess they trail with them! Embarrassments,
Anger, lust, fear–in fact the whole pig-pen;
And who’ll clean it up? No hope for sleep now–
Just heave yourself out, make the tea, and give in.


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5 responses to “Stream, Dandelion Clock and Dick Davis

  1. valeriedavies

    April 20, 2017 at 5:20 am

    What a beautiful clear unpolluted stream,,, wonderful…and the poem !!!!

  2. saymber

    April 19, 2017 at 10:32 pm

    Perfect poem for these times Sally. Much love to you today.

  3. Mandy Rolleston

    April 19, 2017 at 8:42 am

    Love the poem….thank you.


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