Dandelion (January day 15)

I am not one for

casual exploration

I take every place I ever enter

and weave them into these dreams

spit out their names when I have nothing else to say

It is time for me to show you

the beauty in the bliss

and the broken in the rhyme

 

I am not one for

taste tests

I swallow everything whole

until I am made of the world

all the sweaty nervous handholds

all the toothpaste on every counter

I write you all down in song lyrics

 

I am not one

to witness passion and hold back

I am building you out of dandelions and

the further we go the closer we get to finding ourselves

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Written 1/15/21

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A perfectly created piece of literary art. So darng, "...until I am made of the world" almost evinced tears - a rare rare thing. This write is why I create poems. Bravo AND well said! off ti find myself.

 

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