Dandelion seeds floating stately
Below their snowy white parachutes
Clinging mightily to the gentle breeze
Escaping to an unknown future
With no regret or recollection of the past
Born of common place and time
Identical looks, growth and size
Pulled out from their mother’s bed
Separated in time and space
Held aloft, serenely moving on
Leaving the sphere of birth far behind
Surrendering their survival to
Nature’s whims and fancy
Trusting to find that perfect place
To land and put down roots
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Author:
Alfred Peyer (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this back in March and just found it again.
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- Users favorite of this poem: malubotelho, Heather T
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The stately dandelion - I love them they bring such colour and vitality - it's a shame they are not generally held in high esteem, Love this poem too it does them great justice and so well drafted - nice one Fred.
Thank you Michael. I remember blowing on them when I was a kid. They were fascinating.
A fine write Fred. Dandelion leaves for our pet piggies! The ones in my pic look a bit like two of our pigs.
Well lets hope these seeds sprout and grow into food for your piggies!
Thank you for your comment!
That perfect place seems to be my garden! Very good write Fred they are wonderful to watch.
The problem, Goldfinch, is that if they land in your garden you will rip them out as weeds. Yes they are great flyers.
Brilliant write Fred! I love this. It makes me think, a seed we see as so beautiful, but don't appreciate the plant. There's beauty inside everything! Especially so often in presentation in your words.
Thanks Bibbeck, beauty IS in the eye of the beholder. I like the flowers too. And to top it all off, the young leafs make a great salad.
Excellent write Fred. Much like us poets who've landed here to grow our roots.
Thanks, AP, never thought of it this way, but you are absolutely right!
A whimsical write that brings to mind the aimless drifting of so many youth today. Well done, Fred!
Thanks Louis, you know AP compared it to poets landing on this site (see above), and you compare it to today's youth. I am so grateful that you guys see all this in this poem. It was not on my mind when I wrote it, but does make a lot of sense.
Such a sweet writing Fred. I love the dandelions. They are beautiful, soft and medicinal plant. I used to be light them before. Be floating around before I had kids. Now I'm a lot quieter. Thanks for writing this beauty.
Thank you Malu, I think you did what it says in the last line. You found your place and put down roots.
Yes, awesome observation. The last line is for me.
Feel like I am a dandelion seed myself. Cross the ocean, landed in a place thousands miles away from where I was born. Love this one.
Thank you, and welcome to the club. From Switzerland to Hawaii via Canada. A trip halfway around the world. Now after about 30 years here, I guess I did put down some roots.
Could this masterpiece be a tribute to the most successful vegetation on the planet. Either we need to make a breakfast cereal out of the stuff or breed more rabbits.. they seem to dote on dandelion leaves. Nice one fred.
Thanks so much b-e! If you can figure out how to make that breakfast cereal, I want to be the first investor! We could both become millionaires!
A flowing, peaceful beauty that lends to deeper thoughts. Funny. As far as my faith goes, I think I am a dandelion in Christ. That made me giggle, but it hit me sort of profound. This is gorgeous, Fred.
Thanks Heather, a dandelion in Christ? I think you lost me, but give me some time and hopefully I will see what you see!
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