Split Sequence: Dandelions
wild dandelion
seeds in my clenched fist always
escaping—
standing in the sky
picking dandelions
in the meadow one by one–
bright suns resting
in open hands, the round moon
first the sun
which becomes the moon
—then stars…then nothing
does not flee
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Split sequence again, delightful!
Love; ” seeds in my clenched fist always/escaping—”
and “bright suns resting/in open hands”
😀 thank you Pam 😀
Dandelions as an expression
of the laws
of metaphysics.
Laws that are well kept:with:
“then nothing
does not flee”
Thank you for reading Z.Z.
and commenting.
” teamwork makes the dream work.”
Lol…..that’s an old O’Reilly’s auto cheer 😀
Standing in the sky…!
Love it!
Thank you Jerielle 😀
Love the dandelion, bright sun and round moon. The gangs all there. Delightful.
Thank-you Bill……..whew !
❤️ June doing June things ❤️
the poem’s practice reminds of Stand’s “In a field / I am the absence / of field,” Merwin’s “climbing out of myself / all my life,” Meschonnic’s “I am not in what / I seek but in what escapes me,” and Montaigne’s “I do not describe being. I describe the passage… from minute to minute.”
that’s Mark Strand
Gabby, wow Thank-you so much……I have not read Strand. Thanknyou for the promt….
And thank you thank you…..so wonderful to spend June with you.
Damn if this isn’t one of the best poems of the month! You spared nothing, Coleman; it reads like a van Gough.
Lee Thank you, 😊
Working on a van Gogh inspired piece as we speak…. 😀
I’ll see if I can make it work.
Again Thank-you
Exquisite
two poems melded
into one
of flawless beauty
Thanks Jim 😀
Kinda trying to see where this form goes….lol…..projects…..
Thank-you so kich formreasing and comments this month.
It is as ever a true privilege to be among …..hmmmmm let’s juat say
” … there’s a lot of juice in the room.” Thanks Jim ❤️
Coleman, this poem is stunning in every way.
“wild dandelion
seeds in my clenched fist always
escaping—”
Just masterful. A brilliant poem that leaves us all floating long after reading. Yes!
H.A.
I’ll take that “floating after reading” and cherish it!!!!
Yea , yes 😀
Love this and the images it evokes in my imagination!
Oh! Chelsie, Thank-you so much for that comment…..ive been noticing that Pam’s poems have been showing up visually and was so amazed….thank you for that comment …i means the world ❤️
Ok, ok, I’m warming up to this form. You are converting me…
Kevin, poems do funny things sometimes……lol…..I’ll keep splottibgvtgese things and see where it leads 😀
That description of the dandelion’s life cycle in the second to last stanza is mesmerizing.
Thank you L.
That is from a facebook meme that showed how dandelions are representing all three……i thought it was soooooo cool !!!
What a beauty of a poem. Love the form. I’ve not heard of it before, but I looked it up.
Fascinating poem(s)! Love the dandelions escaping the “clenched fist” – we can never hold onto the wild things for very long, can we?