Please listen to this prompt: Dandelions
Take your time,
Take your time,
listen to your heart
and let it happen.
Grammar
spelling
coherency
and relevancy
are necessary.
For those who cannot see the video
I have done my best to transcribe it here
Perre Shelton "Dandelion"
She was never the beautiful,
long haired mother
I wrote about in poems.
She never walked barefoot
through forest green blades of grass;
sheered a perfect two inches one blade at a time
carpeting the front lawn
of her pink and white bungalow.
She just wasn’t that lucky.
Sunflowers and rose bushes
never draped across white picket fences;
her garden merely yielded curdled dandelions
pokka-dotted across patches of brown;
she learned to value their beauty
because they had such pretty names:
Dandelions.
However she,
my mother still dreamt
of sunny spring Saturdays
drenching her dreams
with lemonade stands and sprinklers,
heart shaped bushes
and glass coke bottles
- liberty and justice for all
but somehow,
somehow she new better than to dream too one-sidedly.
As a child
she would fill my days with baloney sandwiches
and flavored tap water.
Then,
I never understood
how hard she tried to keep me happy
and even up until today
I have yet to discover how often she dreams
but somehow,
somehow I know
that it is always about me and the husband she never had.
She was never
that medallion shaped,
apron cloaked mistress moving proud
across the wooden floors she dreamt of,
wearing almost perfectly white socks
stretched disproportionate at the ankles
from carrying life as pure as those damned white walls.
She just wasn’t that lucky.
But today
won’t let her forget;
won’t let her sink into an oblivion
of white walls and pine floors,
an oblivion of finely tuned but extremely rhythm-less music;
mother
those dandelions are singing to you.
Loud,
boastful.
brilliant.
Mother those dandelions are beautiful like you, but like you even they forget.
Sorry they couldn’t grow up among roses;
sorry they sprang from the cracks etched in povric America,
they grew up amongst societies weeds.
The neighborhood hates them dandelions,
the neighborhood want to kill those dandelions;
but my mother always grows back.
To soak sun and hold it in her cheeks
then colored a bright, brilliant yellow
and that yellow faced dandelion
will never die
but she will always dream
of something more than those weeds
until the day,
the day she realizes
that a flower as beautiful as her
does not belong in a rose bush.
Closed for judging
- Closed for judging on November 11
- Rewards: Gold: 3000, Silver: 1000, Bronze: 500
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Later you flew me
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My chest throws me forward,
into a plane of faint recollection,by RiddlesforRocks 18 lines, on Oct 19 1:10 PM• Not viewed by judge. -
i watch the sun
remove the blanket from the mountainsby Cannonsfire 27 lines, 5 comments, on Oct 19 12:49 PM• Commented on by judge. -
My life in Pointillism
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by Night Hope 1 lines, 2 comments, on Oct 19 3:05 PM. In Contest, Hope, Life, Love, Nature, Sad, Society, Spiritual, Inspiration
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Deeply rooted, I cannot be destroyed.
Kill my body, and my kindred remain.• Not viewed by judge. -
by AngelBellerose 5 lines, 10 comments, on Oct 20 8:05 PM. In Noguest, Life, Love, Pain, Thoughts, Society, Message, My own style, Dedication• Not viewed by judge.
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memories of my grand mother from the time I was born she was the foundation of my world. When she died I thought I might as well go with he• Not viewed by judge.
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Two souls
that driftedby Michael Pastore 19 lines, 4 comments, on Nov 10 10:11 AM• Not viewed by judge. -
laughing girl with flowers in her hair
singing songs out of tuneby HannahBo 29 lines, 1 comment, on Nov 10 11:59 AM. In Contest, Humor, Life, Thoughts, friend, Personal, Friendship, My own style• Not viewed by judge.
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That is some prompt Ken, stirs me into thinking, hopeful that something will come for this one
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by all means, dear lady, write
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I will reserve and you know I'll be back
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This is beautiful and I am finally inspired ...I will be back for this and soon...Thank you so much
Lynda
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I am waiting with great anticipation, my friend
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please reserve
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Love the prompt, and it really is impressive. Thanks for sharing, all the best to all in the contest, peace. -poeticweaver
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thank you, and be well
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Video? What video? I didn't see that earlier.
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I am truly sorry I missed this one...
Here's hoping that each entry holds pleasure for the senses.
Blue
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well not exactly,
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