Dandelion Clocks

Separation 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.

Reviews

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Chris… our Memories of growing up in big houses where Roses blushed… is always on our ❤️ Hearts.. Now the Angels brought us to a Cross roads to choose the Words that prepare the Journey we all must take eventually. Softly, Pat

[Chris Shaw]

Many thanks Pat. Pleased you stopped by to share your thoughts. Have a wonderful week.

read moreMany thanks Pat. Pleased you stopped by to share your thoughts. Have a wonderful week.

Chris

[Wild Rose]

I never thought of our family as Dandelion clocks
Between us only two siblings but lot of cousins

They are spread across the globe doubt we will ever meet them again
But our son and his cousins are now communicating on line - in an ever widening group

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Wild Rose. Have a lovely day.

Chris

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

Beautiful metaphor -like dandelion seeds dispersed to the wind, our dear families and memories fly away. That insular, nuclear, family fragmented. I feel your tears Chris and Mine are with yours. Time is mercurial, not able to be touched or captured or pinioned. Perfect, wistful, poem of people and places gone before.”In my life I love you more.”...

[Chris Shaw]

Lovely review Annette, and the Beatles "In my life I love you more". Played at my younger brother's funeral and so perfect and appropriate that you should mention that song above all others when I have written about my family home. Thank you. have a lovely afternoon.

Chris

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

I am so sorry for the loss of your dear brother, Chris. That Beatles song is so beautiful and I’m sure your brother is smiling down on you from Heaven.:))

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Annette, Beatles forever :))

[matelotrod]

Very well presented piece and I am a rhyming poem admirer, this one has both rhythm and rhyme plus a sad little story. When i was a kid we used to use dandelions when they had seeded as weapons. blow them into others faces. well written and for me a good rhyming read. thank you. Rod.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Rod for your kind review. Pleased you enjoyed the poem. I have never heard of dandelion seeds being used as weapons before. I have increased my knowledge today.

Thank you for calling

Chris

[matelotrod]

They are lovely little mini-parachutes.

[sette]

the separation anxiety can sometimes be hard to bear especially if there had been too many happy memories shared

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you sette. It certainly unsettled me in spirit for a while when I was 18 and found myself living with strangers. It passes, but I remember it.

Chris

[Paul Bell]

Separation so sucks.
You wonder how any kid makes it into the big bad world.
It still amazes me today the number of people looking for brothers and sisters.
Is this just a British thing, or does it happen everywhere?

[Chris Shaw]

Not a British thing at all. Happens everywhere. Happy family, changes of circumstance, dispersal, but still loving. On the other hand, there are many families who do not keep in touch. Thank you for your review Paul. Appreciated.