Dandelion ClocksA Poem by Chris ShawSeparation sucks
Of all the homes that I have known
throughout my years of living, there's one that draws me back in dreams where thoughts are not forgiving. For where the four lanes crossed I lived with parents and four siblings. While there contentment ruled my heart though short it was in measure, till circumstance dispersed us all, too soon, too soon my pleasure. For what I'd found, crushed in the ground, was lost and gone forever. A dandelion's seeded head is wholesome to the eye, yet when the seeds are blown apart, excuse me but I'll cry. So bittersweet that loving place where pain is stitched to fine white lace.
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26 Reviews Added on May 17, 2018 Last Updated on May 17, 2018 AuthorChris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
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