Sinewy tendrils push
Apart a crack,
Minute and invisible
Moving closer to a surface
Of air, and water, and sun
Tender hairs wiggle
Soil into small canals,
Stretching out, reaching for
Space, and nutrients, and life
Spindles of green shoot
Upward straight trajectory
Toward the golden orb giving
Energy, and strength, and color
Miniature face of petals opens
Inviting arms in a circle of scent
Beaming out a “come hither” to
Lady bugs, butterflies, and ants
Precious fluffs of powdery
Hitchhikers cling to legs and backs
As a cycle continues by
Wing, and trek, and wind.
Dandelion
Lue
August 13, 2016
I enjoyed reading the Dandelion. It was so well described, so vivid- I almost felt the dandelion in my hand. The poem flowed very well. It was lyrical in areas where you used alliteration and other techniques. I really enjoyed the overall tone of this poem. Excellent job!
Thank you.