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

Sunday, August 26, 2012

Flight of a Bouquet

a flower
named weed by science
is magic
to a child
who sees her mother’s bouquet
grow wings and take flight

©Susie Clevenger 2012
 Kerry at Real Toads has given us a mini challenge to
write a Shadorma using the beautiful macro photography
of her daughter, Jaime Clark.
The Shadorma is:
1. a hexastich, a poem in 6 lines
2. syllabic, 3-5-3-3-7-5 syllables per line.
3. unrhymed.


Kerry O'Connor said...

I feel the need to clap my hands! A dandelion never loses its magic for me, so I love the way you linked both mother and child in these lines.

Brian Miller said...

aww...cute on the making a bouquet for mom....and some of my fav flowers are weeds....smiles.

Margaret said...

I LOVE this. We once had a perfect yard when we lived in Indiana. Not a weed to be seen, and lush, thick green "carpet" for a lawn. A friend of my daughter's said who lucky she was to have pretty yellow flowers in her yard, and she thought we should get some too! :)

Mama Zen said...

This is perfect! I wish that I had written this.

Marian said...

oooh this is fantastic! it gives me shivers. so much meaning... what we call weeds, but so much more the enormous implication of the mother's bouquet that grows wings and takes flight! ooooh, susie, you have outdone yourself (and maybe the rest of us) with this one. applause!

hedgewitch said...

Charming, and full of heart, and the inner meaning we always try to find when we write--here it shines right through. Beautiful, Susie.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

YES! I wish I had written this too. Beautiful, Susie!

Ben Ditty said...

You are great at so many forms of poetry and writing :-)

Susan said...

Bows! Encore! More and more seedy parachuting flying dandelions!

Sharp Little Pencil said...

One of my friends wrote a song about how "any friend of dandelions is a friend of mine," their tenacity, their true beauty. We used to make those bouquets for mom, too. Lovely, illuminating poem. Peace, Amy

Ella said...

I love what you have done~
It is a magic catalyst of memories!

thelaughinghousewife said...

I love dandelions in all their forms - a field of yellow weeds is so pretty.

Green Speck said...

Magical lines !!!

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