Let the Dandelion Lead

 

Silence can grow roots

on the tongue, leaf agony

on branches fed distance

and questions ignored.

 

In the straining agony to reach

a love song night buries the sun

beneath ribs that have turned

from cradle to heart’s prison.


 Let me explain a few things...


When sullen stillness robs love

of its rose blush, it's a dandelion

that will blossom from thorns if the

spirit will not pluck it from its garden.

 

The yellow shaman of survival

will open the unknown and teach

the soul how to survive when a lover’s voice

chooses the path of ghosts.


©Susie Clevenger 2020

Poets and Storytellers United Weekly Scribblings #32

Comments

Helen said…
Susie, your poetry fills every empty place in me ... so much so that I need little else.
All wonderful, and I particularly love the final verse. Also I have always adored dandelions.
Sanaa Rizvi said…
This is absolutely phenomenal, Susie!💘 You raised the bar with your sharp, poignant and original imagery. Especially love; "When sullen stillness robs love of its rose blush, it's a dandelion that will blossom from thorns if the spirit will not pluck it from its garden." Thank you so much for writing to the prompt!💘
Rommy said…
Silence is one of the biggest relationship killers. When you realize you've stopped talking, that should set off some serious alarm bells.
"the yellow shaman of survival" - Great line!
Carrie Van Horn said…
This even in it's sadness, is absolutely gorgeous Susie!!