To A Dandelion

[angliholic]

To a Dandelion


Is it fate or simply the wind

That you become my best friend?

Where have all the folks gone?

In the yard, you stand all alone




Hi,

The above scribble was dashed off by me in a frenzy of poetic mood.

Tell me how you feel

After you read it through.

Any comments will be heartily appreciated.

[Hawkman]

I love this one. :)

It's simplicity is charming. Wonderful stuff.

Best - H

[angliholic]

I love this one. :)

It's simplicity is charming. Wonderful stuff.

Best - H

Thanks, Hawkman, for your kind words.

But what did the poem conjure up in your mind's eye when you were reading it?

[dafydd manton]

Made me smile - and you can't ask for more than that!

[angliholic]

Made me smile - and you can't ask for more than that!

Thanks, dafydd, for your poetic, romantic, along with illusive reply.

Could you be more specific? What kind of smile is that?

[dafydd manton]

A smile that we humans sometimes have to look upon a lone flower as our only friend, and a smile of appreciation that somebody could convey so much in so few words. It's a rare talent. Also, the bright colours of the picture made me smile. All good, positive stuff.

[angliholic]

A smile that we humans sometimes have to look upon a lone flower as our only friend, and a smile of appreciation that somebody could convey so much in so few words. It's a rare talent. Also, the bright colours of the picture made me smile. All good, positive stuff.

Thanks, daydd, for the meaningful and insightful smile!

I can rest assured now because at least one human being has rogered the concepts I tried to get across in this poem!

Thanks again, my friend.

P.S. Owing to a newcomer on this site and lots of things to learn, I can't spend much time reading your masterpieces. BTW, are there short articles or poems of yours that you would recommend me to read?


Best regards,

[dafydd manton]

Short articles, well blogs, yes, just a few. As for poems, unlike you, I really haven't got the talent, so I hardly ever write any. I'm really sorry if my understanding of your poem was not the one you meant, but then, so long as it raises a question in the reader's mind and, perhaps more importantly, he can appreciate and enjoy it, you've done what few others can do. It's an ability I admire tremendously.

[Hawkman]

Thanks, Hawkman, for your kind words.

But what did the poem conjure up in your mind's eye when you were reading it?

I read this two ways. There is the literal image of the weed poking through the ground in a yard, (here I thought of a children's playground) deserted save for the narrator musing on it's beauty. Then there is a haunting sense of loneliness, as if the narator is a child, perhaps moved to a new town where he knows no-one, standing alone in the playground after all the other kids (among which he has no friends) have gone home. It's very effective and moving.

Best, H

[angliholic]

To a Dandelion

Is it fate or simply the wind

That you become my best friend?

Where have all the folks gone?

In the yard, you stand all alone.


Hi,

The above scribble was dashed off by me in a frenzy of poetic mood.

Tell me how you feel

After you read it through.

Any comments will be heartily appreciated.

[Delta40]

You have aligned yourself with the plight of social survival and it is very effective

[angliholic]

You have aligned yourself with the plight of social survival and it is very effective

Thanks, Delta, for sharing your thought.

On the side of the weak

And the poor, I'm always.

This attitude is revealed in my scribbles;

It's inevitable, I guess.


But how did you detect this?

I'm curious!

[Delta40]

I am not sure. Dandelions are weeds, unwanted - yet you underline their loneliness in a cold harsh world.

[angliholic]

I am not sure. Dandelions are weeds, unwanted - yet you underline their loneliness in a cold harsh world.

Thanks, Delta, for your insightful comment.

I couldn't agree with you more!