in life I never drank dandelion wine
for sour grapes bitter tastes I had no time
upon rich green grass map child like flowers
bright yellow petal flowers imagination showers
through blue skies or grey watch seasons changes
feelings thoughts minds souls through wonder ranges
yellow petals one day transform into white honeycomb
fade into spectral preparation seeds in readiness to roam
dandelion seeds are spun web silk threads of freedom life
carried away by gust breath of wind or child’s puff glow spice
tiny silk stem parachute flowers, freedom launch breath awaiting
to travel like tiny parachutes, on breeze wind wonder never abating
strong wind can carry tiny flower parachutes, miles away from parent
plant yet freedom seed flying stays, within wonder of any vision heart
'So small are the flowers of seamu whoever looks at them feels like a giant' (anonymous Asian poem one of the most beatiful poems I ever read) Your dandalion poem reminds me of it. Beautiful.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem with a lot of wisdom. Wonderfully written. Great imagery. Fine poetics. A big...10 Thanks for sharing..... Please read and rate my poem 'A humble complaint' on page 2