i hold wishes with my palm and blow them to the wind like hundreds of dandelion seeds, fluffy and light as air, flying, being lulled along by a breeze…where is not known by breeze or seeds or wishes nor me
but i wish anyways
i wish for light and more light
for long hot summer days, sun kissed skin, peaches warm from sun, juice trickling down my arm, sitting in your red truck, smell of leather, thunderstorms
to never fade away
i smile at a dandelion flower
they’re too pretty to be weeds
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I love wishing. I wish on everything…any chance I can get. Wonderful post!
Thank you! I think its important to wish. It lets us know that we’re still alive.
I really like the scene you paint with these words. Very vivd and real. Nice writing!
Here’s my offering for Potluck 48: http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/08/14/the-lake/
Thank you, Charles!
amazing………….
Thank you for the read and kind comment.
Beautiful. I love the dandylion too. Great metaphor.
http://henryclemmons.wordpress.com/2011/08/14/she-plays-me/
Thank you, Henry. I love how simple images can reveal so much.
love the imagery, beautiful piece of writing.
Thank you very much
Happy poetry potluck, your entry is valued and appreciated.
smart writing..keep it up.
Thanks, Morning!
I just picked a dandelion on my walk this morning and made a wish….flowers of wises and poetry and your writing is lovely..
I hope all the wishes come true
Thank you Patricia
I’m glad that you wished on a dandelion.
This is beautiful… Summer, summer’s leaving, and this had the perfect tone of “carpe diem” and wistfulness, all rolled into one. Thank you for sharing!
And thank you for reading!
nice imagery … i like big trucks too
cheers!!!
Nothing like the rumble and puff of diesel, eh? Haha. Thanks!
beautiful…
Thanks again
a dandelion really is too pretty to be a weed. a refreshing insight. great post.:)
Thank you. Dandelions are lovely, aren’t they? : )
It made me remember some early dates I had as a country-girl growing up in small town Oklahoma. Sweet memories.
http://www.benjity.wordpress.com
Sweet memories indeed. It’s always been the simple little things that bring me happiness.
I love the memories that the dandelion wish evoked … very wistful !
Thank you! : )
We wish the something…. Summer and peaches… Sun and the feelings that they all bring:). This is a lovely write:)
Thank you…there’s something so soft and magical about warm summer days blurring together.
such a pleasant, hopeful piece!
Thank you for the read and comment!
A lovely poem of softness and life. Remember, (i smile at a dandelion flower
they’re too pretty to be weeds) a weed is just a plant growing in an inconvenient place.
I love that. It could be a metaphor for life.
beautiful!
Thanks!
When I was a kid I loved to wish on a dandelion flower. They are so pretty when the wind blows and the let their seeds go
Yes, that lovely image is further captured in my mind… It’s magical.
LOVELY! This is the sweetest poem I’ve read all day, trust me! The innocence, that carefree nature, the lightheartedness – it’s all so beautifully brought across in your poem, sweetie..
And yea… I am soooo glad to be back here, reading you .. Yaaaayyy!!
(hugs)
Thank you, Kavita! It’s lovely to read your kind words on here : )
visiting old poets, how are you?
missed your poetry, come back any time, we are on …
Thank you : ) I hope life quiets here soon for me so I have more time for writing for fun.
A very nice poem. To wish is to be human. More specifically, to be human is to wish for more!
Thank you, Edward. To wish and want is very human. If we were to stop wishing and dreaming we would cease to really live.
now this is my kind of read! bold, vivid scenes, subtle narrative with a fairy tale feel. Love this! ♥
Thank you Kellie <3 I'm glad you enjoyed it!
dear brownpaperbag girl,
i also believe that a dandelion is too pretty to become a weed, maybe i can call it “untamed beauty”. i wish i could meet one
happy new year blogging to you!
An “untamed beauty.” Hmm, I love that. I hope you meet yourself one
I hope your New Year has had a wonderful start.