Daffodils.

[Magpie]

After awake night.
In haze of contentment.
Entered misty morning.
Walked graciously.
Observed gratefully.
Meandered....
Took daffodils.
Now.
In yellow room.
Fifty three rays of sun.
Counted them all.

[heslopian]

This is quite a surreal and intriguing poem. I'm not sure the first line makes sense, but overall this is a poem worthy of the actual critique forums, I'd say. It reminds me a bit of Richard Brautigan in its stripped down style and abstract content. Thanks for the read