remembering dandelions (again)

Cherry

By Di_Hard

Tue, 21 Jul 2020
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Prisoned between tarmac bars     
   of road and footpath                    
herbicide subdued Earth waits        
   sure of the last laugh                     
when only the toughest are           
   still around to see                         
despair repaired, there’s hope yet    
   in growth bursting free                    

with bright, glorious blazes               
    of dandelions'                                     
brave yellow in Spring's smiling           
    seed-sown defiance -                            
trusting life, sunshine rises                      
   from cool pale pillar stems                     
all bumblebee beguiling                        
   on land God reclaims

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Comments

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

They are tough and beautiful and harbingers of hope.

Submitted by Di_Hard on

yes they are! Thankyou very much for the cherries!

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Loved this tribute to the dandelion Di, they will still be here long after we're gone.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

Thankyou Jenny! It is very comforting how tough they are, come up so pristine and bright like nothing bad had happened

 

Submitted by Stephen Thom on

'all bumblebee beguiling' yesyes, very pretty piece; you should consider sending something to these folk when they reopen, would be a lovely fit: https://www.brackenmagazine.com/coronahopelings

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

Thankyou Stephen! I will try Bracken, that is so kind of you!

 

Submitted by Penny4athought on

Loved the b's bumblebee beguiling-dandelions definitely are. Lovely poem.

Penny4athought

Submitted by Di_Hard on

Thankyou very much Penny am very glad if you liked it

 

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

You know I love the blaze of the dandelions!

Though yesterday I did feel a bit of sympathy to those using herbicides to try to keep their yards clear, as I knelt putlling weeds up from between the concrete slabs! I suppose a hoe is easier, but I don't like the feel of it scraping.

And when you see the dandelions or thistles pushing up the tarmac into a volcano shape, you realise the damage they can do. But, no I don't like the use of chemicals if possible , and probably overuse is most of the problem. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

:0) I sympathise with your not liking hoes, I don't like the grating feeling either? I am sure I heard boiling water works, if you keep doing it every day? My Dad used to have a contraption he called the Dragon which was a sort of mini flame thrower on wheels, which, when we were little,  would only come out when we were in bed as we kept being told the dragon was very dangerous. We could not see it out of the window, just hear the hiss of the paraffin which we thought was its breath !! Very disappointing when allowed to see it :0)

Thankyou for reading and commenting on this, your dandelion poems are the best!

 

Submitted by Yutka on

a ray of hope for our deprived earth, dandelions, lions in the plantlife, full of vigour, perseverance and with "lion's teeth", therefore the name, a reference to the tooth-like serrations on their leaves...they will still be there after we are gone, I guess...

lovely poem!

yutka

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

Thankyou very much for reading and your lovely comment Yutka, it means a lot