DANDELION DAYS

a poem

 

 

Smothering the

neglected wasteland

with fragile flower head,

bubbles of grey-white, furry haze,

the dandelions’ flat leaf russets,

bear a rugged edge,

with sturdy stems of amber-red,

 

though able to withstand

the browsing feline’s

hefty, treads,

 

jauntily dancing children

blow on their intricate,

crystal, feather-weight heads,

that parachute seeds,

dispersing them energetically,

 

the boy notices,

little sister's enticing gloat,

both are mesmerised,

by the dandelions'

sporadic sights,

that callously hover

then turbulently float,

 

across great distances,

mysterious

&

remote

 

 

 

Reviews

[L.Edward]

Breezy, ethereal. Carried away on the currents, I want to keep drifiting; alas the poem must end. My heavy head comes crashing back to earth. But here I await once more the next delicious draft of your muse. My feet flap in the breeze. Could this be a metaphor for astral travel? With the archetypal gatekeeper Egyptian cat godess Bastet, (protector of women and children) watching carefully over the whole proceeding? We find it difficult to astral travel in this modern age. As adults our astral bodies are often too anchored down by the head.

[SHEEMA HUQ]

Thank you for such a creative response to this poem, which seemed to have triggered a great deal visual thought processes, spanning across cultures, I am very grateful my friend.

[L.Edward]

Your welcome. Creativity is the fruit of divine intelligence. The archetypes from which we draw as artists are more than mere imagination, they possess a literal energetic life and intelligence of thier own within the collective human conciousness. They announce themselves to us symbollically though the contents of our own subconcious mind (which exsists beyond the physical brain and is not limited in time or space) which is then translated through the creative impulses of the concious mind. These energetic intelligences communicate to us symbolically for very good reasons. They come to guide us and express aspects of our higher self. Bastet is trying to communicate something very important to you. you need to figure out what it is?

[Norma M Sutton]

I can remember playing with dandelion seed heads as you describe. Did you also know the leaves can be eaten as greens, the blooms can be made into wine and the roots ground up, roasted and used as a coffee substitute? Dandelions are a very nutritious plant.

[SHEEMA HUQ]

I had some vague knowledge but not what you have just told me, thank you so much for taking the time to review for for this amazing information, take care

[SHEEMA HUQ]

When I was a child, I always loved to blow dandelions, and make a wish....
your write just speaks this out, in your own unique artistic way.

Your ending speaks most for me, as it is a mystery where new things shall or will begin... Sheema, you're so good...

- Elisa

[SHEEMA HUQ]

hello and big thanks my dear Elisa, I am so glad you liked this poem :0)

Most welcome dearheart x :)

[Riley]

I was transported and hovered somewhere beautiful, quaint, vast, and troubled - all at once. I am positively thrilled to read a piece like this, and thank you for it!
A favourite

[SHEEMA HUQ]

thanks so much Riley for this most endearing review,
a favourite of yours....well I am truly honored :)

[Levi Levin]

A very interesting piece with intriguing words. Thanks for sharing:)

[SHEEMA HUQ]

It is my pleasure and thanks for stopping by to review Levi

[Levi Levin]

Your welcome:)

[Cherrie Palmer]

nothing sayes summer better than dandelions blowing in the wind

[SHEEMA HUQ]

thanks very much for commenting Cherrie

[Dr. Wood ?]

As a child I was always fascinated by dandelions.....in THAT innocent world they were quite magical, full of mystery.....I loved this poem...it brought back those memories

[SHEEMA HUQ]

Hi there,
you loved it? I am really grateful Dr Wood
good of you to stop by

[jacob erin-cilberto]

dandelions are fascinating..and yes, they blow away, much like most of my loves in the past...

and i don't think i caused them to blow away...but maybe i wasn't as agile as a feline..

oh well.

this poem is a nice snapshot of humans and nature colliding...and often nature loses.

[SHEEMA HUQ]

Hi Jacob
thanks so much, it is quite a simple write,
which of course can be very effective also,
I shall be over to review soon

[Joshua Lean]

This poem is pregnant with beauty.

[SHEEMA HUQ]

thanks so much Joshua for stopping by, i really appreciate your suprise visit and most flattering comments

[Frieda P]

Sweet, airy read...love this poem, hate those pesky dandelions, they make me sneeze! Lovely...like a child's laughter.

[SHEEMA HUQ]

thank so my Freida my dear

[Frieda P]

My pleasure always Sheemah

[SHEEMA HUQ]

ah next time I'll spell your name correctly, promise!

[Frieda P]

ha no worries about that...you can call me Penelope as long we enjoy poetry here! ;-)