Thank you for sharing this with me. It's always an honor.
You are my dandelion and I wait with stealth of a summer day for you to stop preening in the field of high grass and green bottles. Yes. I wait, stroke you gentle with the ease of the summer breeze as you sway and waltz for the primroses and the cricket. I watch with willful patience like the ripening of the wild belladonna. as you tease with your burst of yellow for the field mouse and the garden gnome. Yes. I will wait like summers heat And when you are done, And when your pretty petals lay limply at your roots, I will take you gentle into my summers grasp and with my summers breathe blow your beautiful grey afro out unto the world to swallow. Dandelion, pretty primping boy are you.
I will take you gentle into my summers grasp
and with my summers breathe
blow your beautiful grey afro out unto the world to swallow.
Dandelion, pretty primping boy are you.
Your imagination is wild. I agree with what has been said below. You are a gifted writer.
Posted 11 Years Ago
11 Years Ago
thank you spring. being called a writer at all is a little breathtaking. mostly i am somebody's moth.. read morethank you spring. being called a writer at all is a little breathtaking. mostly i am somebody's mother, somebody's employee, and somebody's ex..lol. being called a gifted writer? yikes!
11 Years Ago
You're welcome and yes, you are a gifted writer for sure.
Such another gifted write among the heaven stars so twinkle so gracefully, You are a great poet shines like a ray of sun, so why oh why not give back from the one once done:)
One day I watched as my mother threw away a box of writing she had saved throughout her lifetime. I asked her why. She replied that they were 'no good'. She said they were arrogant and poor. I will ne.. more..