Worm Rose

Cherry

By onemorething

Sat, 08 Feb 2020
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What a dandelion seed I am - 

to have torn myself loose from one lion's tooth

of a home, an expired floret, to try to be

something new, to sail my achene-ship

of hope on these navy currents 

of this ocean of a breeze.

And I will travel so far from what I have known,

from my blowball, my white-blind clock 

to the destruction of only the same time 

across the glide of wind which, unstoppable 

in each lift, will unreach me yet another jolt 

further from my starting place.

A pappus-astronaut, I am unmoored 

in this infinity of air, and will fall

on unchosen ground to whatever furrow finds me,

to wonder what might unearth 

from this shallow grave of despair,

but the clone of my own vacant stem

that will flow with identical milky tears

and duplication of yellow suns,

for it all to be a hall of mirrors,

to be again what I used to be

when I used to be me.

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Comments

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

They're lovely things – my mother had one embedded in a paperweight that I broke, I think. Odd name for such a beautiful thing.

Lot of clever allusions here, especially the last two lines! Though I can't see a seed being in a grave of despair somehow as they represent surviving hard conditions to regrow when the weather becomes more clement. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by onemorething on

I think because they are hosts to lots of bugs is where that name comes from. I meant a despair for me as a dandelion seed in the sense of trying to change and finding that you are just the same as you always were rather like a dandelion seed becoming a clone of its 'parent' plant. I agree, seeds, of course, in themselves are not despairing at all. Oh yes re the paperweights- I like those! Thank you for reading and taking the time to leave a comment. :)

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Like the dandilion this is a strong surviving poem that will linger in the readers mind when summer comes around. 

Dandilions are extremely useful little flowers with their leaves that can be eaten, the flowers attract so many insects. 

Stunning poem onemorething.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by onemorething on

Thanks Jenny. Yes, very interesting plants really, easy to ignore as a weed. Might adjust the section about shallow graves following Rhiannon's helpful feedback, but glad you liked it. :)

 

 

Submitted by luigi_pagano on

Your fecund mind has produced another memorable poem that shows your knowledge of Nature and how it relates to life.
I am greatly impressed by your masterly use of the language.

Best, Luigi x

 

Submitted by onemorething on

Thanks so much Luigi, what a lovely comment. I'm like my mind being called fecund too as mostly it feels addled! Thank you for reading my poem. :)

 

Submitted by onemorething on

Thank you for the cherries whoever left them here. :)