Dandelion from Wikimedia Commons
unstoppable
breaking through concrete
the dandelion suns
it’s like a frog
transformed by princess’ kiss
to handsome prince
or clouds that disappear
after rainy day the sun will set
in sky of tangerine
or like the spring
that colourize my world
as arid winter dies
when cawing crows
perform a serenade
with nightingales
it’s when I know
that sometimes beauty hides
waiting to spring forth
so wait and see
breaking up the grey concrete
the dandelion suns
Today at dVerse Fred wants us to look deeper at beauty. Beauty can be found everywhere, even in ugliness. We just have to look carefully or wait for it to appear. See you when Pub opens at 3 PM CET
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nice..i love when flowers break through the concrete..powerful beauty..
it’s truly wonderful…
sometimes beauty hides…i love that line…and i love dandelions….some call them weed…i think they are the prettiest of flowers…and they def endure…did you ever read tupac’s poem about the flower in the concrete?
http://allpoetry.com/poem/8574649-The_Rose_That_Grew_From_Concrete-by-Tupac_Shakur
found it real quick….
Had never read it.. what an awesome piece of poetry for today’s prompt-
Bjorn, love the imagery here, especially that of a dandelion breaking through the concrete, very powerful. The symbolism of a dandelion is outstanding and really great read here. Thanks
Thank you 🙂
oh, this took me back to childhood days… i used to watch a series on TV every week and it always started with a dandelion breaking through concrete…
your poem has a softness to it, so delicate and unique.
excellent work.
Thank you so much Miriam
sometimes beauty hides… so true, but always can be found
So surprising the places from which beauty emerges. You delivered those very thoughts tenderly, too. Beautiful.
Any plant that persistently pierces the tarmac has my respect, and it always is a special thrill to see their endeavors. Your poem celebrates gestation & Spring, immersing us in a myriad of beauteous moments,
in a mire of miraculous noise; lovely ride, sir.
If dandelions were difficult to grow, we would all want them. Such a pity they are so prolific, because they are really fine flowers. And of course the leaves are better than spinach from a nutritional point of view.
Such a nice take on Fred’s prompt and beautifully expressed in your haiku-like stanzas.
Loving that dandelion breaking from the concrete under the tangerine sky ~ Definitely a sign of spring to see them everywhere ~
Happy weekend Bjorn ~
Such a wonderful image/metaphor Bjorn. There is something about dandelions that always makes me smile. And the tangerine sky–that’s the description I wish I’d thought of for last night’s sunset.
I love the word tangerine.. many of the colour names are so great… crimson, verdigris, and prussian blue
Great imagery, Bjorn-I loved the read. 🙂
There is such beauty in the diligence and outwardly reflected hope of the dandelion.
I really love this Bjorn the rhythm and texture was great I had to dread it a second time out loud to get the full effect. I’m a sucker for meter 🙂
so you took my dandelion seed and planted it! LOL, I still think they are pretty… especially in the hand of a child
This poem is soaked with resilience, bravo!
I am aspiring to be a dandelion. Nice poem.
yes. this is beauty.
i see beauty in dandelion
breaking through the clouds for the first ray to bloom and shine…vivid imagery here and the simplicity of the words bring it out so beautifully
Very much like this piece, Bjorn ~ M
I love days when I have time to be observant to things, such as cheeky dandelions making their presence felt in such sunny (smiley) ways. Lovely.
when cawing crows
perform a serenade
with nightingales
Perfect beauty of opposites while remaining the same as all the others reflect as well. Great write Bjorn!
Hank
Yes, sometimes beauty hides. Sometimes it simply hides ts face. Great write.
It’s always amazed me how they erupt through man made material. A tale of adversity and strength of nature told gently Bjorn!
Simply superb!!
It is true; the dandelion pops up in mysterious places. And you have described the shock of it – and the longing for it. 🙂
they may be weeds to some, but i think they are some of the happiest flowers around.
enjoyed this one dandelions can grown anywhere..so amazing..
i love dandelions and love your creation about this lovely plant. ☺
A write of strength and beauty BR – thank you
Beauty often does hide! Concrete is not beautiful (loved your pondering the preservation of the Civil War battlefields – really ANY battlefield) with it rather than luscious parks!) and the image of natures gold finding its way through cracks (with time they always appear) is lovely. And tangerine is a color so full of life – I used to live in a city that had beautiful Lake Michigan sunsets. We KNEW to walk down to the shore after a day’s storm and see the colorful sunsets. They were always bursting with color after a grey, dark storm – the harsher the better!
wonderful images – nature breaking thru the manmade – loved the crows and nightingales – beautiful! K