Memory of Dandelions

A doctor slump. Let's take a break while we're at rock bottom

Blow the dust of time my friend

like a Dandelion fluff on the wind

I thought I heared a silent howling

as you blown your suffering

This time, blow your wishes darling

Exhale your fear

In your secret garden

where no one can interfere

A snail can teach you that

Good things take time

The breeze can make you feel

The end of mouldering in the shed of years 

Flowers will make you realise

You're one, you'll bloom and rise

Everytime you go to your garden

Puff a Dandelion

Make a wish

You cherish

Reviews

[emmajoygreen]

I love dandelions - whether or not considered weeds. If they have the time to brighten the world with their yellow time whispers - why not enjoy them. Better bright yellow then drear and dark black. They make good tea, too! Apart from that your poem is written both lovingly and - with rhythmic care

'A snail can teach you that
Good things take time
The breeze can make you feel
The end of mouldering in the shed of years
Flowers will make you realise
You're one, you'll bloom and rise'