Dandelion seeds

Comparing the last dandelion seed to our last chance that life gives us. Never know when the wind is going to blow your chance away..

We walked the path of righteousness, 

right in our rugged way, 

the grass swayed in the breeze, 

as the birds flew from its tree, 

and the dandelion lost its final seed. 

We were young, 

not a care in site, 

we set bonfires, 

and watched the fireflies, 

dreaming of a better future, 

but not setting any goals, 

the dandelion lost its final seed, 

and I lost my entire soul. 

The friends we had then have vanished, 

the laughs we shared became extinct, 

the flame quickly died, 

but the dandelions seed, 

had been planted and rooted underneath.

The earth broke open, 

and the wind spreaded the dust, 

out came a little weed, 

that reminded me of us, 

we've all grown up, 

and went our different ways, 

but the imprint we left on the past, 

will forever be in place, 

so dont fret, 

dont lose track of what's in sight, 

you never know when your last seed will spring up with all its might... 

Reviews

[YanZeros]

Humanity is fragile and we acknowledge that truth. That is why we keep on developing and improving our way of life from time to time. Death is certain life is not. I love how you use the frailty of Dandelion in relation to life. It took only a simple gust of wind then it will scatter beautifully. Very nice write, sending you good vibes OhSnapShley! :)

[OhSnapShley]

Thank you for the good vibes! so glad you enjoyed this one. It is easy to overlook such things like a dandelion so that is why i choose that in particular. Thanks for the review!

[YanZeros]

you're welcome OhSnapShley :)

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A very lovely little write.

You used an interesting object as the centrepiece of your poem, the dandelion. It sheds its seeds and is then replaced by another its place. Really enjoyed your cross comparison with what happens to us and all those we know as we move off in different directions to plant our own roots. A small part of us always remains behind and always live on in the memory.

One small edit required...."site" should be written as "sight" in line 6 and second last line.

A nicely written piece, OhSnap. A lovely tale of wisdom entwined with nature. Well Done.

[OhSnapShley]

Thanks Doodley! Glad you liked it, and I corrected that little error there :) Thanks for your help :)

[emily.c.]

I love this, really well written. Life is short but we plant seeds that continue on much longer.

[OhSnapShley]

Thank you for reviewing. We indeed leave our marks here on earth rather we realize it or not. The smallest thing , like the dandelion seed, can have the biggest impact ;)

[ReedWrite]

Very interesting topic...and I love how you pull it into the dandelion theme. It is almost haunting in its message...very nicely done.

[OhSnapShley]

Thank you! Glad you liked it.

[Jack Necron (Aubrey Jac..]

A beautiful metaphor of life's cycle; the imprints we leave upon the past and for the future. This reads so easily and is somewhat sing-song in it's flow, drifting much like the dandelion seeds. The closing stanza is poignant, leaving the message on a high note. It truly is better to live like the hourglass is nearly empty, because it will be before you know it. Thank you for sharing this excellent poetry.

[OhSnapShley]

Thank you for your kind review. I almost left the last stanza out. So now im glad I didnt. Thanks for reading and reviewing!
-Ohsnap :)

[Jack Necron (Aubrey Jack Peaslee)]

You are welcome!

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree my friend.
"The friends we had then have vanished,
the laughs we shared became extinct,
the flame quickly died,
but the dandelions seed,
had been planted and rooted underneath."
After a dandelion seed is planted. Maybe forgotten for a moment. Never truly dead. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[OhSnapShley]

Thank you for reading and reviewing. Glad you liked it.

[Coyote Poetry]

I did enjoy and you are welcome.