Sunday, January 7, 2018

Dandelions

If the dandelions don't lie,
it's going to be a dry summer.
I let them cluster together
and talk about the weather
whatever the neighbors think.
We all drink the red dirt and grow
drought on our tongues.
We all build our fences and spit wishes
when the wind comes.

Originally published in The Cape Rock

Submitted to Poetry Pantry at Poets United

15 comments:

Donna@LivingFromHappiness said...

We do indeed build our fences....i love the idea of dandelions gathering and discussing the weather.

said...

"We all drink the red dirt and grow
drought on our tongues."

What a slammin' line break.

This is a personal challenge, I think:

"We all build our fences and spit wishes
when the wind comes."

I imagine it to mean that we make wishes, but we trap them in, making sure they don't go anywhere. Something needs to change. You can't fence in wildness and hope all your dreams are going to come true. Dandelions, and people, have to be able to travel and roam.

"I let them cluster together
and talk about the weather
whatever the neighbors think." ... Oh, how I wish you were my neighbor. Some people are so crazy about mowing their lawns every Saturday. Not us, man. Bring on the dandelions ... and water them, for crying out loud.

Sioux Roslawski said...

I especially love the bit about the spit and the fences. (Did Trump pay for those fences? ;)

brudberg said...

Dandelions... I have a feeling they are the only one thriving in a dry summer. I think there are dandelion people too.

Magaly Guerrero said...

If we could only find the balance between fences and spiting wishes...

Sherry Marr said...

This poem captures the dryness and thirst of drought so well......love the dandelions talking about the weather..........and the drinking of red dirt and spitting of wishes.

Mary said...

Yes indeed -- when the wind comes! Yes!

Truedessa said...

I saw we make some dandelion tea and contemplate life..read the tea leaves for answer to life’s questions.

Kim Russell said...

I love the idea of dandelions clustering together and talking about the weather - now I know what the whispering was all last summer! I also love the lines:
'We all drink the red dirt and grow
drought on our tongues.
We all build our fences and spit wishes
when the wind comes'.

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

I love the pithiness of this writing.

I wish everyone would let the dandelions grow, to feed the bees.

Yvonne Osborne said...

A lawn without dandelions is no lawn at all.

Sanaa Rizvi said...

"We all drink the red dirt and grow drought on our tongues" this is so powerful!

Fireblossom said...

Dandies don't care much what the neighbors think, I suspect, and give no attention to fences. As for wishes, they are specialists, if not necessarily reliable. Congratulations on the publication.

grapeling said...

gorgeous, MZ ~

Sarah Russell said...

I love Bjorn’s remark that there are dandelion people too. And I love the gossiping dandelions. Wish we could see them as the wild flower they are, and not call them weeds.