Flammable Dandelion Mutterings

i drink you in like fine french cognac

breathe you like springtime's essence

you lift my spirits like a butterfly

when you flutterby to touch my heart,

i've lived in a castle with no vision

let down my hair in portend reluctance

trusting hands caught my presence

i lost my balance and toppled over

still wary of trespassing recalcitrance

breathless i caught a glimpse

of what I'd been missing

like sweet poetry I liquefied

a lovely taste upon the lips

still frightful after all these years

your stanza brought me to my knees

i kneel in this verse, inward hesitation

in wait for an exposition to slay

my prayer is a chant of endless mutterings

let this warm light dissipate any nagging doubts

so that i may dwell in the music of harmony's concerto

sweetness of dandelions youthful yearnings

Reviews

[Jack...]

I pray you always dwell in the music of harmony's concerto dear Frieda. This poem nourished me this morning, washed over me in warm breezes and gave me breath, where none had existed before. This is absoluetly beautiful. the fact that you manage to share a small piece of your creative vision each day with us is a truly wondrous gift.

[Frieda P]

As your kind words always nourish me Jack...thank you never seems enough. x

[Pete Langley]

Frieda, this is gorgeous poetry I have to admit I don`t understand a word of....but I don`t care!!! It`s lovely just wallowing in it...like laying in a summerfield of dandelions watching the clouds scud. You clever girl. P.

[Frieda P]

It's about trust Pete, you know when you were an innocent child and trust came easily...or so it should be. Thanks sweetie.

[Pete Langley]

Yes, I see it now. Thanks xx

[Cerise]

Very beautifully written...it sounds soo wonderful...well done

[Frieda P]

Thanks fancyfati.

[Marie]

Very sweet...sounds like a lovelier spring than I'm experiencing....

[Frieda P]

Spring is being awfully fickle I do agree Marie, thanks.

[quinfinn]

you remember how to whistle don't you? you just put your lips together and blow....and then watch the dandelion puffball disintegrate and disperse among the warm summer breeze, reaching out to colonize the world with her gentle seed.....well done, posy!

[Frieda P]

Gotta love that line Bogie, 'the other times you're just a stinker'! ha, thanks so much! ;-)

[quinfinn]

you know you love me, don't fight it.....

[Ken Simm.]

Warmness like experiencing a morning for the first new time in a long time.

[Frieda P]

What a sweet review Ken, thanks so much.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Each new day b brings new hope... a very inspiring poem that radiates positivity.

[Frieda P]

Ha, did you say 'positivity', about moi? lol, thanks Dale!

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

OMg yes I did, what was I thinking :)

[Frieda P]

I'm not sure, did you start drinking early? Lol ;-P

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

Probably just tired from the long week, maybe I should have been drinking.

[Frieda P]

Lol sounds like a plan!

[redflutterby]

Each line is a soaring note in a wondrous symphony. May you dwell there softly wrapped in the arms of this harmony. What a sweet sound in the morning. ;-)

[Frieda P]

Glad I could start the day off with you Red! ;-)