Best Blowballs Poems
In abandoned fields
the silhouette of a dad
blowing fluffy seeds
from the last dandelion's head
towards packed toys in the shed
Beyond mountain yields
Her hands untied from the bed
sweet little girl bleeds
yet runs far from the mad lad
as blowballs steer her ahead.
Inspired by kim Merryman's contest - Make A Wish ( Double or Single Quintain)
Thanks Kim ( Not for the contest)
Poised upright on leafless hollow stems
the supple florets radiate on shining sphere
at the hued touch of the slant sun rays,
make a unique flower within flower,
the sparkle of resplendent yellow,
the early harbinger of the essence of spring,
when the pollinators, waiting behind the mist
of the harsh winter receding,
scramble for the nascent nectar.
When the sunshine finally fades away
from the golden florid days,
the florets droop and the flower dies,
not unsung and not in vain,
for the slumbering seeds of dormant progeny
appear on the bowl of blowballs,
perched on the fluffy parachute
to float in the wind, fly to distant lands,
and in the blossoming spring resurrect
in the unknown flushing meadows...unwanted,
as the sunburst golden bloom…dandelions.
April 6, 2019
For Brian Strand's Cointest All Yours (Mar10)
Poised upright on the leafless hollow stems,
soft florets coil thorny ball in fear
with the tender touch of the slant sun rays,
make a unique flower within a sphere.
In the sparkle of resplendent yellow,
the harbinger of the essence of spring,
the pollinators scramble for nectar,
as I feel the livid winter going.
When the last tinge of sunshine fades away
from the threshold of golden florid days,
the florets droop for final peaceful rest,
not in vain, for their luster in air stays.
The slumbering seeds of prime progeny
on bowl of merry blowballs they appear,
perched on the fluffy parachute on flight ,
I see joyfully they fly far and near.
In the time of hued spring they resurrect
in verdant distant meadows unknown,
maybe they swing unwanted in soft wind,
I’m happy they bloom as dandelion.
May 16, 2021
Contest : Workshop : Inviting The Muse
Sponsor : Jack Webster
Poised upright on the leafless hollow stems,
soft florets coil thorny balls with faceless fear
with the tender touch of the saffron sun,
make a unique flower within a seraphic sphere.
In the mellow miasma of resplendent yellow,
the harbinger of the efflorescent spring essence nigh,
the pollinators scramble for the stimulating nectar,
as the waning winter grows wings to fly.
When the last touch of sensuous sunshine fades away
from the threshold of the golden florid days,
the florets droop for the final peaceful rest,
not in vain, for their lissome luster in the air stays.
The slumbering seeds of the prime progeny
as merry blowballs in the beguiled bowl they appear,
perched on the fluffy parachute on fun-filled flight,
they joyfully drift to foraging far and nimble near.
In the tide of the hued spring they resurrect
in the verdant distant meadows unknown,
maybe they swing unwanted in the soft alien wind,
but they are happy to bloom as dandelion.