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{dandelions} #sol18

 
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Who can resist picking
 the round ball of perfection?

Waiting and willing
anyone or anything to --

* b *
          * l *
                         * o *
    * w *

Amazing how it is so beautiful and delicate,
yet carries the power of unwantedness

Once the beauty is carefully plucked
and a quick, forceful 

* b *
          * l *
                         * o *
    * w *

Sends little seeds flying
floating in the air to continue

The round ball of perfection
waiting and willing to be plucked again




Comments

  1. I love the word pictures you added to your slice. What a great spring evening activity.

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  2. So much to love about this piece! You have captured the feeling perfectly- that "round ball of perfection" and at the same time, "the power of unwantedness." Big truth here! And I love the way you shaped the word "blow!"

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  3. Wishes are the best! I still can't resist it even though I know I'm really just spreading weed seeds. :)

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  4. Dandelions...I LOVE them!! I love what they mean and represent! Thank you for sharing!

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  5. Dandelions are great! They are just barely starting to pop up here. A few years ago our neighbour dug up his entire yard to start over because there were too many dandelions popping up. We, on the other hand, have proudly let our dandelions reclaim his new lawn. ;) He’s not mad at us...I think!

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  6. Such a wonderful way to describe dandelions. I think we've come to the conclusion, if you can beat them, let them decorate our lawn! Love ya, Mom

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  7. I have been trying to dig all the dandelions out of my garden, and I needed this reminder about how lovely and magical they are!

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