"I am hearing poetry when awake,
dreaming poetry when asleep,
breathing poetry with each breath,
I am living in a poem."
I love this likening "unfinished verses"....to "weeds of thought". Very beautiful poem!
Inspiration for another day!!
Gorgeous... weeds and all.
Susie, the poster of your poetic snippets is wonderful. Beautifully done, as is the poem which follows.
No amount of wind could blow away your dandelion words.... lovely art too.
Dandelions are beautiful weeds. Very plain and simple. I cannot imagine them keeping any inspiration from a flowering poet like you. Susie, I can identify with your poem to an extent. Mother loved the dandelion bouquets that I would bring her back when I was little. They were always made of the ones in bloom and not any of those gone to seed.I would also identify a poem with them because she had taught me "Roses are red, ..." We had roses and violets growing wild in Nebraska where we lived and I placed dandelions in company with those other two...
Not a danger, not at all!
I LOVE dandelions. Rebellious, ubiquitous, and they make suburban white guys go nuts! What's not to like?Gathering unfinished poems may feel like gathering weeds, but there is potential in every seed. I have a box full of unfininshed poetry, even a scribbled phrase here or there may yield fruit... or dandelions! Amy
a perfect start to a beautiful monday morning!
Beautiful and so creative...Sreejawritingonjusttowrite.blogspot.com
Beautiful as usual.xo
And...you created a beautiful blossom, Susan :)
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