Live these moments free
blow about in spring
laugh with the breeze
wide-spread your seed
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a prima ballerina
proud, straight and tall
you await the season’s signal
headdress bobs above them all
white feathered dancers
released to the air
you giggle with the day
laughter your fan fare
now dried and empty
you lifeless droop and sway
the final dance is broken
as you leave the stage
last words spoken
a whisper to the wise
“dance above the treetops
tiptoe in the sky
live these moments free
blow about in spring
laugh with the breeze
smile upon the weed”
“A weed is no more than a flower in disguise, which is seen through at once, if love give a man eyes.”
James Russell Lowell (Brainy quotes)
This week’s prompt at Poet’s United Midweek Motif is “Weeds.” So often we see them but rarely do we celebrate them.
penned in moon dust 
Annoying weed the dandelion but so essential to maintain the world’s bee population. We can’t do without them! Then of course children should have them to blow in their young lives too.
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yes could you imagine not having the dandelion to enjoy as a child – maybe a virtual blow or two
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I feel such joy in this poem, Leslie. I do think all of nature has to ‘dance’ when it can, especially if it can rise above the treetops (which would be the ultimate in dance) because eventually in that unspeakable season (shhhh – fall) it will all come to a screeching halt when all must leave, against their will, that stage!
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nope not thinking about Fall…
Thanks so much Mary
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Delightful read, thanks for sharing!
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Thanks for coming by
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That’s true: rarely do we celebrate weeds. Some of them are actually edible too.
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Fancy that something in nature that is good for us 🙂
Thanks for the visit
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Lovely, Lovely. This weed’s advice is needed for those who think to weed out the majestic difference in our midst and implant negative self images. Long live the dance!
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Yes even when our joints creak
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live these moments free
blow about in spring
laugh with the breeze
smile upon the weed”
Loved these lines ❤
This poem is like a breath of fresh air 😀
Beautifully penned 🙂
xoxo
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Spring is a time to frolic with the butterflies and weeds.
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I love that whisper…one to be caught in a net and kept safely in our pockets 😉
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yep join the seashells and day old sand in that pocket…
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lively joyful dance whispering us to enjoy every moment…such a delightful read…
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They whisper: “be a child just for the day”
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Nice, flower feathers. _m
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they flutter into the blue without a care…
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Such an uplifting poem…a lesson for life taught by the lowly weed…cheers!
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we all have “lowly weed” days
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Delightful poem, with the proud weeds upright and asking to be seen and counted…Keeping the balance of nature in check..
Eileen
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Yes they are proud whether we are or not 🙂
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Great poem, great choice of words! Congratulations.
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I smiled all the way through this – so uplifting, the exhortation to live free and blow about in spring! loved the rhyme scheme.
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Glad you caught the spirit Ms Sherry
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This is beautiful, like a playful song. Made me smile and feel good inside. Loved it.
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Nature does that doesnt it? (makes us feel good inside)
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This is really delightful!
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Beautiful imagery as always. I have longed loved the dandelion
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I love the dandelion – the shape of your poem is nice, too.
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The images are awesome, Leslie. 🙂
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You depict two of my favourite weeds! 🙂
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Sometimes we need to live a dandelion life.
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Very nice poem.
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“you giggle with the day” — I love this!
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giggles are the best part of any day – happy weekend
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Nice pic …delightful poem !
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
MY KIND OF POETRY! FOR THE UNDERDOG (OR CAT!)
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