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. ..
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
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Very beautiful poem!
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.
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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
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