I sing dandelion seeds

My chrysanthemum/daisy/buttercup bouquet in a shoebox is a love poem.  I open it for you, smiling, but you see only the yellows, not the asters that are my eyes.  I sing dandelion seeds, each note touching your face.  You brush it away, this music that is felt, that tickles, that tangles in your hair.  I bring you violets and call them haiku.

About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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52 Responses to I sing dandelion seeds

  1. Heartafire says:

    Reblogged this on Heartafire and commented:
    ” I bring you violets and call them haiku.”
    perfect, Susan

  2. Oh, thank you! It was an amazing dream…

  3. Very nice.. good work there….

  4. Pete Armetta says:

    I’m a born sucker for any well done metaphor using nature. This is wonderful.

  5. BroadBlogs says:

    Such a lovely poem. Thank you, Susan.

  6. Reblogged this on visionvoiceandviews and commented:
    lines that breathe, words that perfume the ear….prose poetry!

  7. The lines heave and breathe
    your words delicate petals
    glow, perfume the ear!

    SLD, you are the poet’s poet!

  8. jmgoyder says:

    Hi Susan – I haven’t been keeping up with blogs that I love like yours – but every time I see your words I am affected deeply. I love the way you write – I love the unpredictability of what I might find in your poetry – like treasure! Love Julie

  9. Alice Keys says:

    “the asters that are my eyes” This is a luscious line, Susan.

  10. This poem of yours is brilliant! and breath-taking.

    Was this a dream you had?

  11. Mary says:

    Beautiful, Susan. I really like the last line!

  12. the flower metaphors works so well.. and even better when it comes from a dream.. love the prose-like form too…

  13. brian miller says:

    smiles….nice…love the singing of the flowers on the face….it catching in their hair….its interesting what they can not see…and what they brush away…maybe it will stick…smiles.

  14. claudia says:

    I bring you violets and call them haiku… love this… also the singing of dandelion seeds…some things are only visible with trained eyes or if someone translates the colors for us..right..?

  15. Susan says:

    Like little kisses, all of the flower seeds and buds. But what if one doesn’t want to be the planter?

  16. M. J. Joachim says:

    Beautiful sentiments!

  17. Linda says:

    Great dandelion seeds brushed from the face. Lovely piece~

  18. Trent Lewin says:

    Excellent. A poem disguised as prose longing for poetry.

  19. I am smiling at this … love it, Susan!

  20. I’d have known this was one of yours, Susan. it’s beautiful

  21. shanyns says:

    ❤ love. That is all. Just love.

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