Yellow daffodil lonesome on its hill
Yet still each morning has the strength of will
To tilt a smile towards another solo friend
For camaraderie is but a moment’s hardship to lend
To a sun that dances with its arms around the air
Always joyful and heedless of the stares
Of those caustic lonesomes in twos or threes
Clutched to each other as if so desperately
Fighting to lose their own beautiful singularities.
RED GLADIOLA 
This is adorable. I always feel sorta sad when I see a lonesome flower or tree. I think about the loneliness – I should think about their strength….
I’ve had such thoughts before. At the same time, you really notice when you find a lonesome flower or tree and wonder how they got there. =)
Not only the poem, but the image of the flower is also beautiful 🙂
Thanks! I’m happy you liked both. 😊
A beautiful thought about flowers and for people too.
Thanks! Glad the message was positively received. =)
Hi – Thanks very much for following my blog. I’ve just began exploring yours anad your poetry is gorgeous! I look forward to reading some more.
Thank you! I’m also enjoying your writing. I just read your “About” and you are inspiring. =)
Thank you as well for this encouraging message! 🙂
This is beautiful perspective. Daffodils certainly always seem lonely. A single flower from a single plant. I love this!
Thanks. I never thought about the fact that it was a single flower before — so there is something innate about their loneliness!