Not a Daffodil in Sight!

I didn’t wander lonely, I’m a clod;

just soil beneath unbroken sod,

I’ve never seen a cloud above,

tasted air, fallen in love;

I wait here with my senses numb,

down-trodden, hidden, non-sentient, dumb.

‘So, how can you write a poem?’ you ask.

I must admit, it was no easy task;

I started off with one small word;

then added all the rest you’ve heard.

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