I'M Afraid There's No Denyin'
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I fatten 'neath the topsoil's healthy moat
So pregnant with the surge of life, anew
And busting through my heavy overcoat
My first leaf juts the mantle, craving dew
How quickly I reach skyward for the sun
My taproot, anchored deeply in the mud
A stem as straight and proud as anyone
And crowning it, a soft and graceful bud
Each morning-tide I open bright and fan
To spread my yellow petals with delight
My jagged leaves protecting as they can
Until they close at dusk to say goodnight
Day-after-day I blossom, cycling through
The warmest weeks of summer, as I need
Share pollen - drinking in the rain and dew
And when I'm weary, turning bloom to seed
Oh, please don't grieve or fret at my demise
Those fluffy seeds, borne skyward as I go
Each one shall seek a home as it thus flies
And find a spring anon ... to burst and grow.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Dandelions (Multiple Phases)" Poetry Contest, Line Gauthier, Judge & Sponsor.
(Syllables = 10/line, counted @ HowManySyllables.com)
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden | Year Posted 2019
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