Between two tightly paved
concrete slabs
I found a yellow dandelion
moist and rooted
In the mossy crevice where it grew
Feeling growing dread
That misty morning feet
Would crush her green spine
The little flower unperturbed
glowed Vermeer like
with a film of pollen gloss
It seemed oblivious to the
crushing threat
and stood there with a straight back
Fragile
Mortal
And beautifully alive
unaware of the potential dangers, just living in the present....another good one Martin
I like the ending, fragile mortal and beautiful alive...somehow it shake some lesson of life to, as we all have feelings that fragile sometimes especially when we shaken by, wind of test, and we all not immortal for sure but that's the way how we can make the life going become beautiful...like it :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love this poem Martin