The neglected Daffodils

I logged in securely to the cloud
From my cottage up in the hills,
At once a part of the working crowd,
Unseeing of the golden daffodils
Beside my window, and of the trees-
Scant feeling their blissful breeze.

I saw the light on my laptop shine
And slowly worked my winding way,
Through the jobs queuing on my line,
Undiscerning of the beauty of the bay.
At sprightly waves, not a glance,
Just fingers on keypad: dreary dance.

I gazed upon the hills, but They,
The lines of code beckoned in glee;
No time to wool-gather, or be gay,
Just gadgets to give me company!
I typed and typed and little thought
To what state the world has us brought:

Plodding done, that night I lie.
To soothe my flustered, fitful mood.
Timelines, texts, catch my eye
Claiming all vestiges of solitude.
And by dance of devices the void fills,
In this world of neglected daffodils.

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I wrote this a few years ago in a 'Poetry Workshop' in response to this prompt: Using only the last word of each line of a well-known poem, write a new poem.
As you may have already guessed, I gathered the last word of each line of Wordsworth's 'I wandered lonely as a cloud', more popularly known simply as Daffodils and wrote this.

Meditations

The world of changing lights and shades
Of colours and shapes that blind and haze
Where nothing has ever stayed the same
Heaves and pants in a mindless daze.

Seems it at times to embrace and glow
And its things and beings amaze and thrall.
Its fleeting truth is known but by a few
And the herds drift on, seeing nothing at all.

As the cup of joy shall the mind gladden
The train of woe's never far behind.
Pleasure, pain do come unbidden
Falter not, or be caught in their bind.

The world without shall ever elude
As the Unreal can never be.
But know that the Real shall ever pervade
Oh inner eye! Grant that I may see.