Fluff

This world is but a canvas to our imagination. - Thoreau

you came to me

so delicately and discretely

soothing

floating

caressing

wispy, white-innocent and ethereal

with the tippy-toed traipse of another realm

and the cloying face of a cherub

your sun shining in sleek, shimmering silk

obscurity in the finest lace and linen

light and airy as feathery florets

their bristles parachuting gently down

wishful yearning

fantasmic dreaming

legitimate essence

sweet, secret sacrament

glowing golden

beholden

i needed only to catch one seed

one priceless puff

one touch of your velvety fluff

then you would be mine

'til the end of time

Author's Note

“I am no more lonely than a single mullein or dandelion in a pasture, or a
bean leaf, or sorrel, or a horse-fly, or a bumblebee. I am no more lonely
than the Mill Brook, or a weathercock, or the north star, or the south
wind, or an April shower, or a January thaw, or the first spider in a new
house.” - Thoreau

Reviews

[lightsong]

did I say the other day that your poem "against the flow" is my favorite? after THIS I would surely change my mind! I have read it before but I just got the chance to review it, and after I read THIS I think there is a more wonderful harmony between you and me, something I wish I've written, it's not just about that breathtaking gentleness you've written with, but also about that heavenly essence that's dripping like dews so so so gently filling our hearts slowly with divine beauty, you understand what am I saying right? because I can't find the correct expressions blame my English for that :) those magical, ethereal, heavenly dandelions... I can't walk by them without me blowing their magic into the air...

[Pete]

they have always fascinated me since childhood. to this day, i cannot walk past one without smiling and thinking back. i remember times when there were so many in the air that it looked like it was snowing! thank you so much for relating and sharing. keep well my friend ... :)

[barleygirl]

I have no qualms writing blunt sexuality into a piece, but what I have trouble with is carrying an ephemeral depiction of erotica as extensively as you do in this poem. Right this very moment, I turned away from writing my book & came to review poems at the cafe becuz I can't think of very much of this kind of stuff to fill up a huge moment between two people. This poem is exactly what I wish to be able to do, so I will internalize with wicked abandon *wink! wink!* Fondly, Margie

PS . . . love the dandelion pic & effects in your symbolism, nicely crafted!

[Robert Craig Thomas]

I find the first line a bit jarring... especially since the poem seems to be an ode to someone with either ephemeral qualities or who has an ephemeral relationship to the writer... keeping the focus on the writer's perceptions and yearnings and dreams would feel more in keeping with the idea of delicate and soothing, etc...

[Pete]

i see your point. was thinking of changing it to, "i discovered you" or "i found you" ... :)

[Robert Craig Thomas]

I'm not sure what exactly you changed, but I really like it the way it is today... I especially like the "You came to me..." -- this feels exactly right, the feeling of a dandelion fluff or the serendipity of something that just happens to float our way and then, inexplicably, comes directly to our outstretched finger (or whatever)... really really nice, the writing feels exactly right to me now... thanks much for allowing me to be part of your process...
... okay, just one little thing (sorry to be so niggly!) but after reading the poem 5 or 6 times, I am increasingly uncertain about the first line "you came to me" then "I needed to..." and then the last "you would be mine"... the verb-times feel sort of funky to me when placed together... I assume that the poem is a dream, a kind of still and peaceful fantasy, but that remains (to me anyway.. I guess I am at heart a doubter and need things spelled out) unclear and unspoken...
... for me I'd feel better "you came to me on the winds of thought/ time" or something that suggests a bit more clearly fantasy dreaming... so that the verbs would fit together and the time would be congruent with the idea which is driving the poem... just a thought... I really like the language and light feeling that comes with the rhythm and shape of the poem... very very nice... RT

[Chris Shaw]

Wonderfully descriptive. Those dandelion clocks and seed dispersal sure make fine poetry. Capture it all in sol's golden glow and you have a little perfection. Ethereal and so delicate. Really nice poetry Pete. All the best.

Chris

[Pete]

don't they though? something magical about them. been fascinated by them since a child. the master creator surely outdid himself. ah, to look at the world with the innocence of a child - nothing better. thanks for the lovely share chris ... :)

[Chris Shaw]

Welcome and keep that inner child happy :)

[Poetic Beauty]

Ahh to catch one glance; one look from a beauty in the golden sun. That is the thought that the first stanza made me thing of. It made me think of something ethereal

[Pete]

yes, just one look is often all it takes. a gift from another world beyond us. such things alone make one glad to be alive. thanks for the thoughts pb ... :)

[Poetic Beauty]

You are welcome. I like poems that transport me somewhere else or make me remember smiles