bluestained air drifted your
moptop up in a funny fashion,
and I giggled seventhyear
hourglasses before bells and
teachers called
us in. you were the first
to smile me those ticklish critters
and build me dandelion
wreaths in grassskirts
and overdue library books;
sometimes, I wish
I could know if the golden
lasted
or if secondgrade
got the best of you.
Author notes
prompt: dandelions
A contest entry
- Dandelions: The Color Yellow by Randomly Beautiful.
400 points, ended November 17, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Very unique!
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I love your poems, Jess. I do. But they are making less and less sense.
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hm. they make sense to me.
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I finally got this one after re-reading it slowly. It takes me a while to catch onto them with how you organize it. z.z;
But I discovered, this one makes me smile. =]
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This made me smile....a reminiscing of something so pure it stayed with you and the wonder of what ever became of?? A lovely job
C
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