John Lawless Poet Sonnet

Oh Dandeions

Oh, do torture me sweet Dandelions
Amaze me with your sun like blazing glow
Tease the waking bees of early springtime
To join you in your yellow scented show

Dance among the crab grass and the Jonquils
Question the absent beauty of the rose
Arise from the stony cracks and thorn beds
To fill the air with angels seeking homes

They’ll come with their pesticides and shovels
Attempting to upstage your springtime act
Fail to comprehend your tenacity
The root of your existence still intact

Oh Dandelions, golden crowns of spring
Forever let your golden voices sing

©5/18/2023

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Sotto Poet June 12, 2023 at 11:00 AM This piece is truly remarkable and commands great skill. I extend my warmest congratulations for your well-deserved Win.

Valsa George May 26, 2023 at 2:11 AM Beautiful poem on dandelions. Though they flaunt their springtime beauty, people consider them as weeds and will come with their pesticides and shovels to uproot them. I love the concluding lines-"Oh Dandelions, golden crowns of spring Forever let your golden voices sing"

Panagiota Romios May 19, 2023 at 8:31 AM Impressed…. Lawless. You should write more of these! Pangie

Paul Willason May 18, 2023 at 9:25 PM In awe of your skills John, words so obedient to your command, carrying your praise for the dandelion and what they signify so eloquently.

Gershon Wolf May 18, 2023 at 7:14 PM I'm concerned, John. This is an actual sonnet -- only partly 'edgy.' Are you feeling alright? lol... Truly, your wit and wisdom is showing again... :) gw

Ann Peck May 18, 2023 at 11:20 AM There's always dandelion tea, John! I do look forward to your witty lines. Love the second stanza!

Lin Lane May 18, 2023 at 6:05 AM Some praise the beauty of the rose, it's fragile petals. But I've always thought some of the most beautiful flora were wildflowers, growing where they dare. A well-written Sonnet, John.