Never-Ending Dandelions

This one got deleted when I was editing.

A dandelion

is a weed

looking harmless

even beautiful.

Still a weed

overtaking the grass

choking out

all other life.

Memories of you

are dandelions

spreading rapidly

overpowering my mind.

Taking root in all

facets of my brain

weeding my garden always

with every breath I take

you still live in me.

When I see dandelions

I think of you

and how deeply rooted

you are in me.

Author's Note

written 2011

Reviews

[Moonlight]

This poem feels simple at first—like a dandelion itself—
but it slowly reveals something heavier beneath.

The comparison is beautifully done,
turning something small and familiar
into a symbol of memory that won’t fade.

There’s a quiet ache in how love lingers here—
not as something gentle,
but as something that takes over,
rooting itself deeper with every breath.

It’s soft, but suffocating in the most honest way.


-Moonlight.

[Buddhistboy73]

Nice analogy here CG..

It's interesting how "weeds" can grow inside our minds if left unchecked....

Feel free to check out my latest on the Cafe...

BB73

[Betty Hermelee]

A simply lovely tribute to an important person in your world…. Today I looked out my window and gazed at hundreds of dandelions spread over the green grass and it was a delightful sight…. I love your metaphor used to liken these beauties to sweet memories spread all over your heart and to keep them there “rooted” as you say… perhaps forever…..🌷
Warmly
B

[John the Baptist]

One wonders if the addressee is a current or past love. If the latter, perhaps a reassessment is in order.

[Green]

As someone whose mind also works like this and is currently fighting dandelions all over the yard, I related to this way more than I probably would have if I'd encountered it on a later date.It's a really great analogy though, for so many reasons and I love that you came up with this because I've started at hundreds of these things and never have myself. Dandelions can be so whimsical, so kinda magical and even pretty but they are also really irritating weeds and spread all over the place and are hard to control. Memories of the past can be the same way, although I like to think that given enough time even the more bittersweet memories can once again be appreciated for the way they were at the original moment. In that way they can be both a nuisance and a thing to wish upon like a dandelion.

[DavidGeo]

You should watch this youtube video.... it's fantastic, you may have seen it before, but it doesn't mean you shouldn't see it again. If i wrote this poem I would've put this video in the author's note because i am shameless.

www.youtube.com/watch?v=RUsUQ9tRHHQ

[Chris Shaw]

Weeds have a habit of growing rampant in the garden, I can understand the metaphor here. It sounds as though every aspect of the speaker’s life was dominated by another. Weeds are deep rooted and difficult though not impossible to remove. I like your 2011 poem Curly.

Chris

[Brandon Houser]

And you found a way to make the dandelion a beautiful and sad allegory to linger on..

[Desert Knave]

I can identify with this one, as I've had one dandelion on my mind for the longest time. Nicely done. ~Jim

[red93]

Nice imagery for an obsessive relationship - 'nothing is forgotten or forgiven'. Really Excellent ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️