The Poet

THE POET

The poet is a delicate flower,
Flapping its fonds like mutilated arms,
Shaking its dandelion moon head
Till the head bursts when the moon is full
And sending wave after wave of white seed
Up into the air like ghostly jellyfish,
Which settle on other heads,
Which germinate in other heads,
Which bloom like a flower in another's mind
Like a poem.

Reviews

[Kim S.]

Shaking its dandelion moon head
Till the head bursts when the moon is full

I love this part, this is wonderful, love the imagery

[John]

Thanks for your comment.

[Coyote Poetry]

I liked how you described the poem John. Poetry should make the reader smile, laugh or cry. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[John]

Thanks for your review. I agree with you as to what poetry should do.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome John.

[Red Brick Keshner]

Dandelion head bursting! and dispersing seed like ghostly jellyfish! settling, germinating, blooming! This little poem keeps giving and giving! Thanks so much for sharing. /Frederick.

[John]

You're very welcome.

[Chris Shaw]

I very much enjoyed the reference here to the humble dandelion and seed dispersal. Yes, my head can be like that at times. Full with the the starting lines of poems waiting to happen. Waiting to burst forth.

Chris

[John]

Thanks very much for your thoughts.