My Dandy Lines Poem by Abigail Pastor
My Dandy Lines
My dandy lines grow fair and bright
With some space and a shot of light
My cheerful field yields joy and pleasure
One man's nuisance transformed into treasure
Glorious and golden they give
Words to me, bold and allusive
A tapestry of rich yellow ink
I stand, I gaze, I breathe, and then I sink
Pleasantly their tiny seeds fly
Ideas float up and multiply
Let my neighbors looks down their noses
I prefer weeds to their thorny roses
Interesting last lines but the poem holds its theme well. Very good word choices and creative imagery, remarkably written to convey a meaningful message and the witty Dandy Lines title -dandelions of poetry.10++++++++
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4/26/2024 9:01:29 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This is great, I prefer the yellow weeds too :) Your words clearly paint the beauty you see in them.