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Curly Grace posted in the group National Poetry Month
Never-Ending Dandelions
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
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Thank you, Redzone. I wrote this in 2011. So, the “weed” has been pulled out, lol, quite some time ago. Made way for better flowers though…
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Better flowers, that’s the best thing about “weeding”. More colorful too, I’ll bet.
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Brilliantly expressed – I must weed my garden after that, before your poem infests my mind! HJx
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Thank you, Harriet‑Jacqui. May your garden stay clear, and your kindness keep blooming.
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Between writing and marketing my books, I grow-my-own fruit & veg on a plot next to the forest, the village cricket pitch and tennis club. Weeding my plot is just like painting The Forth Bridge (in Scotland , I live in England). As soon as I finish weeding it’s time to start all over again!
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A directional poem…that’s so cool.
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There’s a deeply spiritual feel to this. An interconnectedness that ties all things to each other. For some reason it makes me think of the book Fifth Sacred Thing. So much more than the surface shows
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Read MoreLove Sonnet LXXVIII Color defines our world, bold, defiant colors that tells the story of our lives. We are loud in our brilliance, alive in our textures, and warm in the way we move to the music found as color is bent as it travels across Time. There was...
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Living in color instead of black and white you can see the nuances of life
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Read MoreLove Sonnet LXXVII The road is pockmarked with craters caused by bombs and rain. I travel this highway in search of my home and you. But, Yaraa, it’s a long way home, and I’m tired, full of spiraling pain, seeing too much death scattered along the roadside; rotted...
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this leaves me a bit sad about what happening around the world. The bomb leaving there notice that they were there. Nicely written
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redzone posted in the group National Poetry Month
IN SEARCH OF CONSCIOUSNESS
I want to hear the sky speak
of birds flying,
of being blue.
Hear of the Sun’s solar flares
and its encompassing heat.
I want to hear the sky mention
the Earth’s crying rivers
sing the songs of understanding.
So why do they want me
Comatose?
Insane?
Confused about where
we have come from?
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Questions! Questions! Questions! Brilliantly posed, HJx
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Hi Curly Grace. It’s amazing how someone occupies our minds. There they are, whether we want them there or not. Hopefully, your “Dandelion” is a welcomed “weed”.