Pam Webb

POM: April 8

dandelions

I wish I could grow like a dandelion,
from gold to thin white hair,
and be carried on a breeze
to the next yard.

Carrie Rubin on April 8, 2016 at 2:10 pm said:

This is lovely. A lot of possible metaphors in it.

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cricketmuse on April 8, 2016 at 9:35 pm said:

It is lovely, which is why I refrained my usual background commentary.

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heylookawriterfellow on April 11, 2016 at 5:52 pm said:

But then you’d be bald!

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- cricketmuse on April 12, 2016 at 12:16 am said:
  
  Tosh–you would take the magic out of the poem. I betcha you see dandelions as weeds and not fairy parachutes in the making…
  
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  - heylookawriterfellow on April 12, 2016 at 12:47 am said:
    
    My wife makes me dig them up so, yes, weeds.
  - cricketmuse on April 12, 2016 at 4:16 am said:
    
    You need to check out Ray Bradbury’s Dandelion Wine–it will shift your paradigm.