Realizing Dreams

Realizing Dreams

A Poem by Floating on the feathers of a dandelion

Just an impulsive rambling.




Blow away very softly,

The resting dandelion among the cracks of my fingers.


Far it goes,

Climbing the stairs formed by the playful winds,

I watch it calmly imagining the places it would go…


Touch the clouds,

Rest on the mountains,

Wave the meadows good-bye.


Race the sailors,

Slip on the dunes,

Scare the bees among the trees.


Fly it will, higher and higher,

And realise all my dreams,

Before losing its identity to mortality.





© 2008 Floating on the feathers of a dandelion

Author's Note

Floating on the feathers of a dandelion
Only opinions and no suggestions please.
I know its not really great as such but it just came i am putting it up here.

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I shot an arrow into the air
It fell to the ground, I knew not where.
Sure it just came to you, but the source is collective consciousness. What say? Or if you go with Bakhtin, '...a dialogic process'.

Posted 10 Years Ago

I like this a lot. My favorite is when you use the phrase "playful wind". Exquisite personification.

Posted 10 Years Ago

I like the "Phooooo" sound of blowing the dandelion, especially as a first line. Light-hearted, in contrast to the stark mortality of the final line.

This is quite a pleasant read, and impressive poetry for something that just 'came out' and wants no correcting.
Nice work.

Posted 10 Years Ago

This is as dreamy and beautiful as the picture really! I loved it and felt like floating along if only I could!The spontaneity comes through and is unbound.

Posted 10 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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Added on April 2, 2008


Floating on the feathers of a dandelion
Floating on the feathers of a dandelion

Underneath blueeeeeeeeee sky, India

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