|Reviewed by Sheila Roy
|There's a delightful feeling of innocence in this poem. It reminds me of hunting bees during school recess with my clog. I was just a kid. I'd never crush them now like I did back then. lol. Hugs,
|Reviewed by Regina Pounds
|Pea, here's a glass of dandelion wine fo you...and a gentle wind to help you blow the seeds while making a wish...
Loved the poem, love the dandelion, and...
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|Thank you for sharing your unique and worthy take on "things" Pea. Love and peace to you,
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
The small font can be changed by the reader by going to view at the top and select lager font and the page will be changed immediatly...and you can go back to the normal size when done!!
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
|I concur with those below, Pea, this is exquisite metaphor and poetry. BRAVA, my friend!
((((HUGS)))) and love, Karla.
|Reviewed by jude forese
|excellent metaphor ... and they go well in salads also ...|
|Reviewed by Tami Ryan
|Yeah, it's tough to make 'em stand in line when they don't wanna, hunh? (winks) This'un is sure deep. Good thing, cuz I love 'em like that. You got it gal! Thanks!
Thousand o' hugs to ya!
|Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
|Dandelions make great wine too.
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|This seems like a lovely write that reflects on the past not with the pain of loss but with the love of living. Life is but fleeting but memories of those fields are forever and keep us forever...young.
|Reviewed by Nordette Adams
|Enjoyed this nostalgic and spiritual write, Pea. You have such a unique voice. Vivid and alluring. ~~Nordette|
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|Superb metaphor Pea...would that all of us could nourish weeds into flowers! Best to you! ET|
|Reviewed by M.Bennett Hooper (Mikii)
|Loving this piece as I can relate it to foster children formerely abused (weeds) who must be loved into a flower. It made me think of one in particular of a friend who is a foster mom. This is beautiful and a keeper. Peace, and blessings. <Mikii>|
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
|Hoo-boy . . . Dandy Lions . . . Gotta love it . . .|
|Reviewed by George Carroll
|Wow wish I could carry a poem with the verve for a flower that you have.|
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|Even one dandelion
spoils, a slick article says.
Because it isn't neat?
Won't stand in line? Could be
because it's free.
Love any weed to a flower. . .as you see.
Since I happen to like dandy lions, I love your post, Phyllis. And maybe I do like them because they are wild and free. While most of my neighbors wage their hideous annual chemical warfare on them, I, too, sit in the grass, and marvel at them.
I'll take wild and free over neatly in line, every time.