Just like a person who looses his spark and searches for that spark, a dandelion waiting for a fresh Breeze to blow it's little feathers.
Free the dandelion
The dandelion feels trapped
Someone come
and blow into my dandelion,
Hard yet gentle.
Let my fairy feathers float
They won't fly anymore,
Just wish to float.
Freely with the breeze
Free enough to decide
When to land and
When to fly there again.
Dandelions are sadly overlooked in their race for freedom! If only humans could give birth so easily and know their clans will live on for ever! Time wasted happily: staring at their bright fuffled faces one day and a few days later seeing the glory of the only invasion worth watching! Your poem is great, finely written and a reminder of what dandelions can do to the mind! Many thanks for sharing.
Posted 11 Months Ago
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11 Months Ago
Even your words sound like a comforting piece of poetry. Thank you for your words Emma.
Aj
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10 Months Ago
What a thought - you could be oh so right, Anushka!
Dandelions are sadly overlooked in their race for freedom! If only humans could give birth so easily and know their clans will live on for ever! Time wasted happily: staring at their bright fuffled faces one day and a few days later seeing the glory of the only invasion worth watching! Your poem is great, finely written and a reminder of what dandelions can do to the mind! Many thanks for sharing.
Posted 11 Months Ago
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
11 Months Ago
Even your words sound like a comforting piece of poetry. Thank you for your words Emma.
Aj
Maybe they're trying to teach us the art of letting go. Something that we feel so hard and painful t.. read moreMaybe they're trying to teach us the art of letting go. Something that we feel so hard and painful to do.
10 Months Ago
What a thought - you could be oh so right, Anushka!
thank you for the brief respite your words gave me from this cold wet winters evening .. they took me back to late summer and the joy of watching dandelion clocks being carried on the breeze before my eyes and into my neighbours garden quite some way away .. Neville
at my age, I feel I am floating much more than flying.
and if the breeze gets too hard...I will just be fragments carrying on.
Really like this poem, Anushka,
j.