Dandelions - 1

One hand reaches Out to pluck a buttery Yellow blossom This eye sees the beauty Softening my petal Another hand grasps My heart with intentions Of loosening my roots Plucking me from The cool dark earth This eye sees only the ugly Hues veining through me, a weed Needing to be retrieved From the soil I desperately need Still another hand reaches Out to me, welcoming My fertility – breathing Exhaling enthusiasm Releasing my precious seed To the world who pleads With me to write my poetry In the soft warm breeze Yes, I promise the truth Is that beauty certainly Is in the eye of the Beholder, weather they’re A child at heart or A gardener with hope Or a writer of breathtaking Thanks to God N/A from Your Best free verse so far 2021 April 23, 2021