DandelionA Poem by Janus
With thumb and forefinger, I swooped
swiftly down upon it: Dandelion. That weed of promise, cousin of hawkweed, of hawksbeard. Seed-head limp with promise. Burdened with whisper-dream, a tiny dying planet upon my palm. I made for the window-sill. Flesh-cage unfurling, knuckles and joints release, a drunken moth. Wind borne It traces invisible tramways towards the end of August. © 2014 Janus |
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Added on August 25, 2014 Last Updated on August 25, 2014 AuthorJanusUnited KingdomAboutI am a visual artist. I paint and draw and sometimes write things down. I do not consider myself a writer, much less a poet. But I love language and my poems are merely a celebration of that fact. Tha.. more..Writing
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