Dandelions can be seen
Invading Lawns that are green
They spoil a nice lawn
One you've cultivated all along
Potherbs some do believe
As tasty as one can conceive
A drink concocted this flower makes
Without the use of any grapes
A drink of pagan Gods, claims are made
From this yellow flower wine is made
They burst into lovely flowers
Some think they have medicinal powers
When dandelions begin to fade
Offspring of white are displayed
Blow upon a seeded flower
Your wish may come true within the hour
Off they go carried by the wind
floating in the breeze until they descend
New, the seeds then begin
Regenerating a new dandelion again
Categories:
potherbs, flower,
Form: I do not know?
neuro syntax threads milled to ground thought flour
For half-baked mixed feelings in recipes and menus for
Successfully successive integrations of intuitive tics
And flicks of words to roll together forming notions
And ideas of knowing whether cause of foaming oceans
Rolling surfs on sands of reason bubbling suds of season
For the potherbs of deductions finished fitful reproduction
Of gravitivic mindswelling in genuflective reflective lunatics
Thus do gargantuan knots enthrall the followers of threads
Of thought who seek the wisdom of the ages from self
Possessive unprogressive sages in states of self possession
Impossible to heed but going downhill at e’er increasing speed
D’y’follow?
Categories:
potherbs, confusion, introspection, on writing
Form: I do not know?