Free Flying

lyrical, tirra lirra sings the river as the dandelions shake and shiver

there's no need to hurry
there's no need for speed
outside of my cabin
I see a flying stampede

why the great rush now
I can hear myself say
a wild wind is blowing
the blue sky's turned grey

a squall's in the making
all flora a flail
a thousand fair seed heads
in a puff ball exhale

no stopping their scurry
the race has begun
they're chasing each other
and loving the fun

parachuting comes easy
it's how they disperse
they're heading upstream
it could be far worse

don't land in my garden
to settle there please
i want pretty flowers
I've no wish for weeds

Reviews

[Neville]

... they are so pretty .. it is just such a shame they kinda take over isn't it .. the seed heads or dandelion clocks tho are a different kettle o fish .. see one and smile I say .. specially if they are headin for a neighbours patch ... wicked or wot :)

[Chris Shaw]

You are wicked, but I am with you. They can grow to their heart's content in a neighbours garden. Just not mine. A single dandelion clock, blown and watched in slow motion is very special though, don't you think? Takes me back to childhood magic and make believe. Thank you Neville.

Chris

[Einstein Noodle]

what a delight .. i am lifted up in the wind with puffies ... such a pleasant read Christine and V3 is killer says i .. "all flora a flail" ... nice nice nice .. i am signing off now ..with my delightful feeling of the natural wonder of Ms. Nature ... and going with the flow .. wonderful poetry my dear ;)
E.

[Chris Shaw]

Dear Mr E, I am delighted that you were lifted with those flying parachutes. Such a pretty sight they were flying at speed as the sky turned thunderous. They were certainly in a hurry. I was thankful they were being carried in the opposite direction to my home :)) Have a wonderful Sunday and blessings to you and yours. So pleased for this visit after the poem I pulled a few days ago.

Chris

[Karoline Lesande]

I love this one. "I want pretty flowers, I've no wish for weeds" is how I feel about relationships nowadays. I want pretty souls around me for a change...

[Chris Shaw]

Yes, can be equally applicable to relationships :) Many thank yous Little Hermaid for your review. Much appreciated.

Chris

[Aradhana]

what a lovely poem with a prominent rhythm.. the flow was awesome and so was the content..... and the description of nature was so overwhelming.... WONDERFUL!!

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you so much Aradhana for that very encouraging review. Pleased to have you visit my page. You are most welcome.

Chris

[Dave]

Chris - I empathize with you. They look so pretty, nice, and yellow, but then, they do become a nasty fellow. As children, we loved to blow apart the balls of puff not knowing we'd make mowing the lawn so tough. This year I went to war, those yellow buds, they are no more. Or least very few.

Take care - Dave

[Chris Shaw]

I used to play dandelion clocks as a child Dave and to be honest every now and again I still do. That inner child just loves to play. I love the bright, sunny yellow heads of dandelions, but I am not friends with their seeds. They can stay away. Thank you my friend for this review taking meme back in time.

Chris

[Betty Hermelee]

Lovely description of a squall of birds flying north or south; why di they pick ominous weather to fly? Just don’t land in my garden...please
I like the way you strutted this poem, it flows and flows...
Beat, Betty

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you dear Betty for your visit and your thoughts on my lines. I like where you went. Hope all is good with you. Keep safe.

Chris

[Betty Hermelee]

of course! xo

[James]

I've no wish for weeds. Great way to end this.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Jane's for the read. Appreciated.

Chris

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you James for the read. Much appreciated.

Chris

[John the Baptist]

Another lesson from nature. There are two sides to everything; a pleasing natural displays becomes the cause of weeds later. The bitter with the sweet, as they say.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you John. Yes bitter sweet it can be. As you say plrasing to look at.

Chris

[Robert Trakofler]

that was a great melody in motion Chris! i saw the whole poem in my minds eye and the rhyme and flow were perfect! a friend of mine loves to make wine and one year he brought me some dandelion wine and it was delicious by the way:) so they are not all bad:/

[Chris Shaw]

You know Bunny, I have never tried dandelion wine. I am now thinking I may have missed out. Thank you for checking in.

Chris

[Jimmy Yetts]

An inundation of weeds: death of gardens.
Brings to mind brutal social misfits who choose to mindlessly destroy what they have been conditioned
not to understand.
Forgive me, these days, just about everything causes this theme to echo in my overly-focused psyche.
Unnecessary--permanently damaging--social upheaval has always troubled me.
Lovely and amusing poem, Christine.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Jimmy. It was interesting to see where you wandered with this one. Weeds for sure aren't a gardener's friend.

Chris

[Samuel Dickens]

The first part made me think of the Wizard of Oz, with that Kansas storm about to blow Dorothy away. Then it changed and I cursed those blasted weed seeds. (They terrorize my garden, too!) I like this poem with all its dynamic blowing and going.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Sam for your visit. I have to say your new avatar is knockout. Weeds are every gardener's nightmare.

Chris