DANDELION WISHES
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The moon, a silver coin tossed high,
hangs in the velvet sky.
Dandelions, ghosts in the grass,
glow faintly, catching borrowed light.
Each puff is a soft, silent prayer
carried on the breeze, destination unknown.
“Do they reach the moon,
these tiny seeds of longing?
Or do they tangle in the stardust,
blooming anew on some distant world?
The moon offers no answers, only the quiet solace
of its unwavering gaze.
I look upward, hearing only the soft, persistent murmurs
of the evening breeze blowing across the grass
Daisies twisted into fantasy crowns and jewelry.
Honeysuckles permeating the nose, golden-buttery.
Sweet Honesty, when I was fresh and summery.
My spirit was the frenetic wind, a new storm exciting.
Shades of purple-yellow-green-pink polish, engaging.
Loose, the elbows-knees-hips-ankles-neck, sashaying.
Belly flop onto a gorgeous garden spread, a teen’s bed.
A record-player, all my own, spinning vinyl, ‘fore I wed.
What’s for dinner, left up to my mom; memories embed.
When wishes, were strewn in every direction, the seeds
of dandelions…when a natural glow, not internal, beads
lit up my face. Life before me, without a glimpse of weeds.
Now, I see clearly, the fresh trek of my progeny, assessing
various paths, as if there’s a purport that they’re following.
The fragrance of a bridal train; wisteria of vibrant blessing.
I apologize
For all the dandelion necks
I have snapped
I saw the bending stems of lively green—
Where stalked a little sun of yellow bright.
Should love be like a flow’r, a sweet nineteen,
And May, a month so dry and passing rites.
Of fondest dearing names I say and tell,
Adoring in ways never thought I’d say.
Alas a wind of chill and heat did fell,
A sign for flight to wait, o’er skies of fray.
Oh, sweet Dandelion love, winds will come
And take My love, my soft yellow embrace.
Dandelion love, rites cannot break from.
When wind do carry you, swiftly I chase
When May again come, be adored by me.
Then gone should winds blow, L’amour de ma vie.
The more I blow the far it goes
No direction, no aim it just blows far away
It dries but does not die
It paves a way to propagate new lives
It shines in sun so bright and bold
It will navigate its own sail in storm
When adult it mesmerizes the eyes
But when it gets old the glory still be held
It transits from sunny rays to starry lights
Sunny petals become ball of snow white
The wind takes it away far from your sight
You may think it has vanished
But my friend it sprouts somewhere else
You may drift away in the roller coaster of life
Without steering you will sail
Without compass you will navigate
But finally you will be at your destined place
little things
today
lets use lots of words
to say little things
we can lay four-word sentences
beneath paragraphs
and put exclamation points
in places normally reserved for commas
we can say ‘tuesday’
several times
and call dandelions beautiful
we can wonder why ‘morose’
is not a color
and accentuate the wrong part
of three-syllable words
lets use lots of words
to say little things
today
tomorrow will be here soon enough
and words are reusable
‘tuesday’...
dandelions are beautiful
on tuesday
tolbert
it flew
tipping dewed valleys
gleeful melodies to each wandering soul
aloof in an eloquent crescents daring fold
drifting remedies reminiscing
star gazed idyllic desires
twinkling a picturesque uplifting in
pleasant powdered gleaming faith
petals drenched in tapestries
twisting laced lavender scented dreams
stroking desolate pavements
solely on hushed mumbled commands
of a wind carried dimmed lantern
it flew
My breath sends dandelion seeds scattering across the yard
Many lawns are dotted
With these yellow tufts of gold
And all my life, “They’re ugly weeds!”
Is what I have been told.
Yet dandelions add some pop
Of color to the green
And though they are invasive,
Add some beauty to the scene.
A gardener will argue
That they simply don’t belong,
But since I have no garden,
Such a statement just seems wrong.
yellow heads budding
yard looks like sunflower field
mowing doesn't help
Remember summer in your blossom's weave,
Betwixt them memories of warmer days.
As you but dance yet with the summer breeze
And love untimidly beneath sun's gaze.
And revel yet awash in youthful grace!
For long as summers burn and stars are bright;
Though virtues of themselves rebuff the cold.
The frigid winters claim the earth, as right
As younger stars adorn night's fabric old.
Anon so wilt the blossoms as unfold!
Withal, thy summer burns no quicker and
As short-lived as all beauteous things I know.
Then dance, oh dandelion; understand
That to the breeze with all their wish you'll go
Your summer memories shall warm you so.
Dandelion-
Scattered Sun burst
from the ground
"Why so grim?", Old Tom Cat asked,
but Little Kitten turned away –
stared at the sky with wistful eyes,
withdrawn from this sweet, golden day.
"Why so gloomy?", Old Tom prodded,
flicking Kitten with his tail.
"No room for melancholy thoughts
when sun is heavy on the vale."
Little Kitten turned his head,
shaking off his pensive shroud.
"I want to be a bird", he sighed,
"and sleep upon a silver cloud."
Old Tom's whiskers twitched a bit –
he had these feelings sometimes too,
but cats were cats and birds were birds,
grass was green and sky was blue.
"See here, Small Kit, let's run about,
scampering in meadow weeds,
caper through the dandelions,
loosening their soft, grey seeds.
Depression will soon float away
with all the downy fluff.
We'll make a million tiny clouds
and that will be enough."
beneath cloudless skies
on rugs of dandelions ~
here, shadows of leaves
golden perfection
poured out over greenest grass ~
dandelion weeds
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A plethora of bright yellow flowers;
pop up in fields and lawns in early Spring.
And watered by tepid April showers,
swiftly spread, overtaking everything.
Able to transform the ground overnight;
they turn green grass into a golden fleece.
And then, morph into a magical sight
as pappi fill the air upon release.
Although commonly known as pesky weeds,
dandelions are also picked to eat.
And utilizing tufts to spread their seeds;
they're notoriously hard to defeat.
Despite suburbanite's ongoing rants,
dandelions are perennial plants.
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