Dandelion Woman

A dandelion seed riding the wind,
twisting and turning.
Hands reaching out, grabbing,
and missing.

'Till I land on you.
Solid, tilled, rich soil.
A safe place for my roots to be nurtured.
I tell you my stories of the wind and sky,
and you speak to me of warm earth and rain.

Maybe soon my leaves will peek
above the soil,
and together we will discover
what is next.




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Written on 2021-03-09 at 04:35

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Peter J. Kautsky
I would be so lucky to have the dandelion woman bump into me. I feel I am the dandelion man. But the women turn and run.

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Format: 4
Mood: 5
Overall: 5
2021-04-12


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2021-04-05



"I tell you my stories of the wind and sky,
and you speak to me of warm earth and rain."

An exquisite couplet, elegant and eloquent in its disarming simplicity. Brava!

Language: 4
Format: 4
Mood: 5
Overall: 4
2021-03-10


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Simply lovely and from a very unique perspective!

Language: 4
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Mood: 4
Overall: 4
2021-03-09