No matter how often
we are trimmed, pulled,
sprayed into submission
with tear gas or roundup
we grow, we grow tangled
beautiful in spite of ourselves
and in spite we call living
we seed and go
where air takes us
we fly and these roots
grasp deep where we make them
blooming a so yellow rebellion
the way dandelions between the cracks
Ah hell Susan, I took the weeds as being us, recalcitrant and indomitable. I love this. I love seeing us as the weeds. Bring on the tear gas.
Yes, bring it!
damned troublemakers LOL
LOL. Nothing as cheeky or hard to be rid of than a dandelion. Love them for their unrepentant yellowness.
I read it as the indomitable spirit 🙂
Incidentally, it was only on Saturday that I had the dandelions growing wildly and unchecked uprooted in our home. When we moved in last November they had spouted everywhere on the compound and we let them be. My mom (who stays with us) use some for salads ever so often (I’m a poor cook). But of late, they had become troublesome, with their yellow buds. 🙂
I guess they will sprout again, this time very fresh, what with the rains.
Wonderful metaphor 🙂
Thank you, C!
I love to cook the greens too, if you ever get tired of the salads 😉
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On Mon, Mar 31, 2014 at 12:45 PM, Susan Daniels Poetry wrote:
Wonderful! Thank you!
Maybe we all need to be more like weeds.
I think we do!
On Mon, Mar 31, 2014 at 3:35 PM, Susan Daniels Poetry wrote:
Wow, this is stellar writing–I totally enjoy.
Oh, wow, thank you!
You’re most welcome.
WEEDS. Yup. You nailed this one, Susan.
Thanks! That’s me, dandelioning along.
I’m more of an invasive non-native in spirit. Perhaps English ivy. 😉
That would be lovely. Invasive non-native, looking for walls to call home. That IS you right now 😉
I got a chuckle from your comment. I would like walls to cling to and climb right now. 🙂
Don’t I know it. Find a trailer with a nice little stone wall for your ivy. I live in a metal box and love it.
On Fri, Apr 4, 2014 at 1:12 PM, Susan Daniels Poetry wrote:
We’re making an offer on a condo (wooden box) with a tiny yard this week. Also waiting to hear from a woman who wants to sell her metal box soon. Either/or. Condo has more dirt and is a bit closer to walk to things. Metal box is about a third cheaper.
Thanks for your kind support. This ivy will twine soon. I can feel it in my heart.
Either one sounds good, Alice! Go for as much dirt as you can get.
On Fri, Apr 4, 2014 at 2:43 PM, Susan Daniels Poetry wrote:
(Hear this like a zombie calling for brains with arms outstretched)
“DDIIRRTT…. DDIIRRTT… MUST…HAVE… DDIIRRTT!
On Fri, Apr 4, 2014 at 3:26 PM, Susan Daniels Poetry wrote: