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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
you still live in me.When I see dandelions
I think of you
and how deeply rooted
you are in me.6 Comments-
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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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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”.