Respect and analogy for a flower that most seem to disdain, but I happen to love.
A yellow flower grows
amongst the close-clipped grass
on the family graves,
more beautiful by far
than the silks and plastics allowed there,
Perhaps also more precious by far
to the reborn souls of those
whose remains lie below.
For it tells of their tenacious roots,
their closeness to the soil,
their persistance
through the turmoils of life,
the glow of their faces,
the like service to feed creation,
not only food but biting wine,
of hope and wisdom,
their recognition
that dominion
meant care for creation,
not plunder, cruelty and ruination.
The landscaper comes
to remove you soon,
what's left mouldering down
to join the remains,
even though you release
a hundred seeds before him,
persistence, tenacious you,
lovely, lowly earth flower.
A fine ode to an oft-despised plant, Jerry. It should be well-known that the dandelion is a prodigious plant in many ways. Nicely done! Love and peace to you,
Being a lover of the color Yellow, of course I love dandelions. They spread out quite quickly and adorn an acre bedlike and are good eating too. Mother used to make dandelions greens with bacon and hard boiled egg. Good at Easter time and holidays. Marigolds stink too and smell but people plant them in their gardens. I love those yellow Marigolds too. Perfect write this is for me from you.
For it tells of their tenacious roots,
their closeness to the soil,
their recognition
that dominion
meant care for creation,
not plunder, cruelty and ruination.
A marvelous ode not only to the dandelion, but to those who came before us, who actually believed in your epic words.
I happen to love the lowly dandelion myself, and I promptly chase away any nasty landscapers who want me to pay them to poison them off my lawn.
If only many more today still felt as you do, my friend, we might still be able to save this now sad old world of ours.
Awww, I love dandelions! My children used to pick them and bring them to me to place in water and I would proudly! Their sweet smell would just permeate the air and make everything in the whole house smell spring time fresh. Every once in a while I still go out and pick me a few....
Fabulous poem, Jerry, and thanks for honoring the humble dandelion.
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on April 15, 2008
I thought so... Yup I love the dandy too. I wonder if when they seed that's where the idea of fairies came from.... It is rather weird how we call some of the best flowers "weeds" Buttercups, daisies, poison ivy, erm maybe forget the last one...
I've never seen anything made by mans hands more beautiful than a dandelion...
i must say, that in large numbers they are very beautiful indeed. a field covered with them is a sight to behold. they are not so bad, but tenacious they are and willing to survive most anything.
always,
randy
Reviewed by Gianetta Ellis (Reader)
Reviewed on April 15, 2008
I, too, agree with you wholeheartedly. It's good to know there are like-minded appreciators in this world. You have translated wise thoughts into lovely writing.
I agree with you , and I wrote a poem called In the Eye of the Beholder that talks about the dandelion and the way we see things in this world. Good writing!
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their closeness to the soil,
their recognition
that dominion
meant care for creation,
not plunder, cruelty and ruination.
A marvelous ode not only to the dandelion, but to those who came before us, who actually believed in your epic words.
I happen to love the lowly dandelion myself, and I promptly chase away any nasty landscapers who want me to pay them to poison them off my lawn.
If only many more today still felt as you do, my friend, we might still be able to save this now sad old world of ours.
Peace, Kathy
Be always safe,
Karen
I've never seen anything made by mans hands more beautiful than a dandelion...
always,
randy
Bless You! Jasmin Horst
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.