Realizing Dreams

Just an impulsive rambling.

 

Phooooo,

Blow away very softly,

The resting dandelion among the cracks of my fingers.

 

Far it goes,

Climbing the stairs formed by the playful winds,

I watch it calmly imagining the places it would go…

 

Touch the clouds,

Rest on the mountains,

Wave the meadows good-bye.

 

Race the sailors,

Slip on the dunes,

Scare the bees among the trees.

 

Fly it will, higher and higher,

And realise all my dreams,

Before losing its identity to mortality.

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Only opinions and no suggestions please.
I know its not really great as such but it just came out...so i am putting it up here.

Reviews

[Old Turkey Buzzard]

I shot an arrow into the air
It fell to the ground, I knew not where.
...
--R.L.Stevenson
Sure it just came to you, but the source is collective consciousness. What say? Or if you go with Bakhtin, '...a dialogic process'.

[jumbie's #1 fan]

I like this a lot. My favorite is when you use the phrase "playful wind". Exquisite personification.

[Raef C. Boylan]

I like the "Phooooo" sound of blowing the dandelion, especially as a first line. Light-hearted, in contrast to the stark mortality of the final line.

This is quite a pleasant read, and impressive poetry for something that just 'came out' and wants no correcting.
Nice work.

[Candle in the wind]

This is as dreamy and beautiful as the picture really! I loved it and felt like floating along if only I could!The spontaneity comes through and is unbound.