Naked dandelion
you stripped
to give birth,
now society will shun
you forever.
Nude,
seedless
your body a hearth
for the too
hot sun,
or any man
with a mower
for that matter.
Stand tall
thin
bendable now
by the slightest
rain or wind.
Naked dandelion,
funeral pyre,
burn in glory.
Remember
the yellow days,
when you made
men smile.
And know,
your seed,
blown crazy
by the wind,
will rise again
next spring
to delight
and annoy
the hearts of men.
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
Oh dear. Isn’t nature harsh? Like the poor honey bee drone, who having planted his seed in the Queen mid-flight, must plummet to his death because the act has ripped out his abdomen. Reproduction is no small thing when you give your life for it. A lovely poem. Thank you.
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Oh, great connection. Honeybee drone poem, you must write that sometime. A different take on the cycles of life and love.
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Yes. I listened to a podcast about honey bees recently. They have quite taken my imagination by swarm. 😆
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love the circular nature.
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I love how hot people get about this week; dainty dandelions but they’re much hated by adults and much enjoyed by children.
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I like this poem, indeed they are maligned. With wishes we send them on their way, and toast their journey with
wine as we enjoy the salad they made and crown ourselves royal with their bloom. 😊
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A lovely ode to a much maligned bloom!
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Thank you kindly, Hobbo. Poisoned and plucked, is it because they are so prolific?
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Not sure how a plant gets labelled as a flower or a weed. Over here we have Himalayan balsam which the Victorians imported as an ornamental plant for large gardens. It became so prolific and invasive that it was then classified as a weed, and now it is actually illegal to plant it or move it!
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love the layout of the poem, the imagery, the lines ‘the yellow days when you made men smile’
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Thank you. I wanted it to feel Dandelion. So, I’m very glad it did.
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Just wonderful. This metaphor is powerful.
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Thank you. This poem has a special memory for me, and I think of it each spring when the dandelions return.
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I really like it. I am going to read it again and share it with a friend. Thanks for sharing your voice with me today.
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So very kind. Thank you, Ali.
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