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Tag Archives: dandelion poems
of hope, rising. she buys an umbrella. she holds hands with horizon. she winks at the sun. she slicks back her hair and gets busy. she hitchhikes on dandelion wishes. she piggybacks stars. Written for today’s twiglets. Come play!
it’s the downy kite stuff of wandered wishes, childish dreams and fragile hope. so much pondered promise in the audacity and tenacity of a simple weed. we don’t stop to doubt or wonder why. we just take a deep breath and fly. seeds let :: Merril’s got an … Continue reading
The best gesture of my brain is less than your eyelids’ flutter which says we are for each other – E.E. Cummings The earth laughs in flowers. – Ralph Waldo Emerson Philosophy is the talk on a cereal box…Edie Brickell :: dandelion fluff … Continue reading
we huff and puff and blow dandelion fluff from here to kingdom come. go ahead, rub the genie’s lamp. rub the buddha’s belly. catch that copper penny fountain scent right between your teeth. we are salt-over-shoulder safe, falling for nothing. … Continue reading
.. They say size doesn’t matter and then they say dream big, but I prefer these tiny breaths and the way the breeze teases my heart into flight. You blink at all that sacred spotlight; I think I’ll save myself … Continue reading
let all go – the big small middling tall bigger really the biggest and all things – let all go dear so comes love – E.E. Cummings .. There’s a little girl twirling in the park over there; see her? … Continue reading
.. This dandelion fluff stuff is rough. We breathe in the significance of want, taunt ourselves with fur -kites flying, holding on to sky. Switch my heart to something pledged, some small ledge where I might perch and hold my … Continue reading
If I’m made in Your image, why is it I see so little of You, and so much of me? – Question from the Girl in the Mirror, De Jackson 2010 .. As if hope were an echo or … Continue reading
.. after, she rips the heads off of each and every one of them, with their little white ……..( l i e s ) petals; opts instead for dandelion’s breeze-blown r o a r. .. … Continue reading
.. My hands are quiet birds held at bay, softer songs than those worth singing. I count sheep, wishing stars, dandelion kites, a world of wrongs. Erase them all. Press gifts to heart, name them one by one. Sometimes, … Continue reading