You are the sandstone landforms
shaped by the winds of a thousand years
whose sun gleams golden upon you,
your silent strength a fortress;
weathering fierce storms
beaten but unbowed.
I sit on your hillside
and contemplate
the blooming of Spring's
first Dandelion
and see in its humble simplicity
the promise of eternity
in a small yellow petal
that will transform then travel
on its way to fulfill its purpose
in the natural order of things.
I swim into the grotto of your eyes
in the luminescent moon glow of eons
warm droplets caress me as I glide
effortlessly through your being
absorbing passion's promise
through the blooming of a single
Dandelion.
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A snall teasure in its persistent presence,
a glowing gem against the grass,
yet, a victim in waiting of
chemical weed killers.
Your piece, superb in its "significance."
Aesthete
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thanks, nice to see you again
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'natural order '
this leaves me speechless,
wanting to reread and reread
~ WoW!
thank you
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thank you so much for your comment...
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lovely sentiment here Patsy. Well done!
(I don't know if you intended, but the poem sorta looks like a vase that the dandelion is placed into)
Paul
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you never cease to amaze me...
what a clever observation!!! the fact that it had a shape did catch my attention but didn't pursue it. I wrote it left justified then clicked Center when I posted it...*giggles* you are a trip!!! Hugs, P.
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