John Lawless Poet Free verse

We Are Not Familiar

We are not familiar –
we are city dwellers.

We have passed each other
on crowded city streets.
Proud yellows protruding
through concrete cracks.
I have danced with “lady slippers”
in a shaded cluster of trees –
marveled at their footwork,
I have cheered the dandelion,
that tenacious little terror,
for its unrelenting determination
to survive our mindless hate.
Small purple bells hang -
silent chimes adrift on
winnowing winds.
Bright red, the spiral twirl
of hybrid wanderers,
bred of pollinations need.
White buds of frostily
exhaled “babies breath”
lay low against the shrubs.
So I walk the city,
untamed gardens,
each earthy patch a home
where beauty may take root,
smile at  passersby.
I thank the fickle winds of fate
for taunting the towering
shade makers, planting
each colored sun drop
amid the gray.

We are not “familiar”
we are city dwellers.


John G. Lawless
4/16/2016

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Jan Allison April 17, 2016 at 1:50 PM Such fabulous imagery John - yes these plants especially dandelions have a way of finding the most unusual place to grow even in the city streets - love the 'babies breath line about the dandelion clock - into faves I love it:-) hugs Jan xx7

Sonia Walker April 17, 2016 at 12:25 PM John, living in cities can be a lonely life. City dwellers are so involved with the hustle and bustle of living that they become compartmentalized and do not link with others but their own immediate sandbox of friendships. Good imagery. ~ Sonia