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 9 Years Ago

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

Posted 9 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 9 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 9 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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