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I
wake too late to see the morning glories.
I
must face the dandelions,
I
don’t mind.
They
insist on scattering hope.
Dashing
through the day,
the
rays of light through the prism,
are
too bright for poems.
Night
skies draw closer,
scattering
sparkle’s.
I’m
immersed in the
night
blooming jasmine’s
romance
novel, and
finally,
my nocturnal eyes,
continue
scattering poems.
For Imaginary Gardens with Real Toads
Sanaa's Challenge
Sanaa's Challenge
I most like the dandelions scattering hope. Cool.
ReplyDeleteThank you, sherry. I wasn't quite sure where to go with this prompt, lol, I gave it a shot.
DeletePoetry and novels and blooms.. What else could a soul ask for?
ReplyDeleteThe dandelions probably don't mind either. 🙂
Thank you, Magaly. I let them be around here. :)
DeleteI love the dandelions and that they 'insist on scattering hope' - you can always rely on dandelions! I also like that 'the rays of light through the prism, / are too bright for poems'. Poems need to germinate in the dark like seeds and stars.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Kim for your kind comment.
DeleteBeautifully fantastical ... and fantastically beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Rosemary.
DeleteI am literally jumping up and down in joy right now! Your poem is beautiful and serves as a breath of fresh air!💞 You prove that poetry is alive in these lines: "I m immersed in the night blooming jasmine's romance novel and finally my nocturnal eyes continue scattering poems.." Thank you so much for writing to the prompt💞
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Sanaa. I wasn't sure I understood the prompt too well, being so new at this. I'm happy you enjoyed it.
Deletejust thinking on your comments here, and I would suggest, sometimes, the simple choices, the gut feelings, in your intuition, when it comes to responding to something, a prompt, or anything else, that inspires you - are often the "right ones" ....
ReplyDeleteas is the case here ... because this poem, speaks in a simple fashion, and yet it speaks volumes, within the nuances and elegance of the beauty of associations - like dandelions spreading hope (always, always always - it's only the misers who see them as weeds) ... and then jasmine's blossoming to scent the night in magic ... so yes, this is a great response to the inspiration of the prompt!
Thanks so much, Pat. That means so much to me. So happy you liked it. 😁
DeleteFirst two lines brilliantly set up this poem.
ReplyDeleteThanks so much, Margaret.
DeleteYour poem blooms and sparkles. I love dandelions. I have been inspired so many times to bring them to my poetry. So love your daylight and night splattering of poetry.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Susie. So glad you enjoyed it.
Delete'I must face the dandelions' made me kaugh out loud .... great write!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Helen. :)
DeleteDandelions do scatter hope don't they. Love this Vicki!! Delightfully beautiful!
ReplyDeleteThanks so much !
DeleteDandelions were my first flowers, the first one I gave notice. I'm glad you chose them. Are you using the aged ones that have white wings or the young flowers with their pretty petals? I hope it's the latter.
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Hi Jim, if you’re asking do I use them in salads or something, then no. I usually just let them alone when they do pop up. I just like them along with the wild mist flowers, button bush trees, blackhaw, etc. on our property. One day I might try some in a salad. 😁
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