Description: Her name is Lilly, a fellow poet. And she said that this was the only poem that she liked from my journal. And it's interesting because this is not even my style. At least not really, except I wrote it, so it must be. I don't know how to judge this one, but Lilly, she likes it. And I like her judgment. Even if it is unfounded.
~Azura*
Dandelion: Under The Veranda -------------------------------------------
A dandelion seed may blow
under
the veranda of a dilapidated home.
And the rain will patter gently,
on its roof,
rolling down to the ground.
The seed will be nourished, unnoticed
Left to grow,
silently and alone.
It knows no misery as an island.
Only the ignored
universe it thrives under
Because old and forgotten, still
carries on
Still shelters, still nourishes.
Times change, but wisdom remains constant
The independent variable
in the equation of life.
thats a lyric from a song about dandelions which ive always adored. ive always loved dandelions too. i remember when i was little this man told me that dandelion milk made warts go away and i had a little wart on my thumb so i tried it and it went away [though my mother always tries to point out she was using some special lotion as well] and as far as im concerned its the dandelions magical healing powers...
anyways.
yes.
there is great wisdom to this piece.
its so beautiful and constant and known... comfort can be found in life cycles and patterns... in the way elements cause certain behaviours and reactions.
it's funny what inspires, doesn't it? in this case, a dandelion crown fluttering in the wind... whenever i find one i always pick it and blow on it. do you know of the old wives tale where if you blow on it, the number of blows it takes is what time it is? make sure you do it between 1-3pm though... i'm sure it'd never take 11 or 12 attempts, haha.
this piece is very warm, imagistic, a soothing snapshot caught in media res: that one moment, defined, and pondered upon: of time and wisdom and its implications.
Submission Name: Dandelion: Under The Veranda
