"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Wednesday, May 27, 2015

Weeds Into Whimsy


Silent tufts seed the wind
where sky and cloud
sort weeds into whimsy.

Floating as far as dreams
they seek a resting place
to defy impossible.

Soon yellow dandelions will
polka dot earth urging little hands
to tuck love into a bouquet.

©Susie Clevenger 2015

(Image ~ Shutterstock)

15 comments :

Sumana Roy said...

so nice to see you here Susie...."Floating as far as dreams / they seek a resting place / to defy impossible."..this stanza is as beautiful as an exquisite dream and really feel ecstatic imagining them coming down polka dotting the Earth...

Vandana Sharma said...

beautiful and mesemerising

Sanaa Rizvi said...

I loved how peaceful & serene this poem was :D you paint quite a beautiful picture!

Lots of love,
Sanaa

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Light and lovely.

Susan said...

Here it is! I love the transformation of weeds into whimsy. Let us continue to "defy impossible."

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I love sky and cloud sorting weeds into whimsy!!!! And the little hands tucking love into a bouquet. Beautiful writing, Susie.

Mama Zen said...

Love this, Susie!

Mary said...

This is very, very touching. And yes, how those little hands find those dandelions....and don't they make a glorious bouquet?

claireylovelearns said...

Which mommy doesn't love a weed bouquet picked with love? Beautiful lines :)

Myrna R. said...

Loved your words here and the dreamy feel of the poem. And a weed bouquet is precious, like you last stanza.

Jae Rose said...

What a beautiful piece - one to really get swept along with with in the magic of the clouds and seeds...

De said...

Love this. Of course, I love all things whimsy. ;) Love the idea of them being "sorted." So great.

G L Meisner said...

All those wishes made into nothing more than a simple child's bouquet.

Susmit said...

What an imagery, you painted it so well......Beautifully weaved!

Nicholas V said...

What wonderful word images in this lovely, gossamer-like poem. I love the image of dandelions polka-dotting the meadows.

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