Dandelion

Free write

Around, damp soil,

then, white pebbles,

glimmering water I sip,

as it slips past me like a dream,

slow, growing, 

pushing up through hard earth.

I break around green and intense light like an angel,

Colors everywhere.

Crawling vines, tangled grass and flowers.

I'm tugged by those deficient in understanding,

body squeezed,

and just as I'm ripped from the place that anchors me,

parts of me float into a blue sky. 

Reviews

[Jack...]

I for one have always found dandelions beautiful. I love the way they change from green to yellow to white and then in a brisk breeze disappear before our eyes. I now have found your poem just as beautiful if not more. It had a crisp fresh feel to it. Very well done.

[JenniferMarie]

Me too Jack. I like your description of them in the review. It's so very true. Thank you for reviewing its helpful to a writer in progress.

[KristynRuth]

I loved this poem! Most people don't take the time to realize all that the dandelion does, it's a beautiful process.

[JenniferMarie]

Thanks so much. Learning about how the reader(and fellow writer) feels is very encouraging.

[Angi]

Beautifully written, Jennifer. I love the imagery done in so few words. I could feel the seeds break free and float away.

[JenniferMarie]

Thank you Angi. Happy writing :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

really love the description once again...

my mind was "squeezed" by it...

[JenniferMarie]

Thank you Jacob. I work towards being a better writer everyday and comments encourage and help so thank you.

[Chris]

"passed" or past?

I like the end - the seeds take flight...

[JenniferMarie]

I changed it, past. Thank you for your review.

[Chris]

anytime...

[icelandicblue]

I love your descriptions. You depict the dandelion as much more than a weed. Good to read you.

[JenniferMarie]

Thank you :) They are, just as we are.