I’d like my words to flutter in the wind
like dandelion parachutes
giggle-blown in summer evenings
I’d like my words to fall like acorns
distinctly make impressions
in October soil
I’d like my words orderly and straight
like wheat-fields sown by experts
ripened to perfection
I’d like my words rare and beautiful
like orchid buds collected
in a jungle far away
but words can also die like seeds
left alone in burning sun
in sahara-killed potential
my words are often freemartins
of second generation GMO
dead like pebbles in the soil
Dandelions by Jean-Francois Millet
Shanyn wants us to play with words like seeds today at dVerse poetics – I’m still travelling and will not be there when the pub opens at 3 PM EST.
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June 3, 2014
I do think that you succeed in making your words do what you want them to. 🙂
I know many people think they’re pest-plants, but I actually like dandelions very much.
All too often, what we intend for our words, and what actually come across are two different things, but at least we can strive to have words that have significance.
Good poem, Bjorn. I just wanted to add that dandelion greens are edible and full of vitamins. Many wild plants that people think of as weeds are edible. Some were actually planted for that reason by the first settlers and have lost their meaning in the modern day. Many growing things are also medicinal. 🙂 —Susan
I love this! Very evocative.
Your words always have something to offer and are often eye-openers, Björn. Enjoy your trip!
ah mine will never be orderly and straight…but i can hope they acorn into large trees…but i love dandelions so hoping the wind catches them sending them where ever they are needed, that i think would be my greatest hope….
giggle-blown . . . love that expression and all the ways you’d like you’re words to be. I’d like mine to resonate like wind chimes. :0)
Words are of a dualistic order as well. Some stay, others are forgotten. 🙂
Really enjoyed the similes you wrote in this poem, Bjorn. I like the idea of words fluttering in the wind before they find a place to land. And I loved thinking about words rare and beautiful like orchid buds…..held in hearts with love!
words like dandelion parachutes… oh i like… a bit out of control – a bit invasive and breathless like words usually are… aren’t they? smiles
Oh, this is stellar, Bjorn. So many terrific images. I, too, especially envy the dandelion parachutes. Wish I’d thought of that!
Sometimes your words are like exotic jungle orchids. They are the ones I like best.
NO! Your words are not dead, rather, they are like the puffs giggle-blown in the wind, will always find ways to live. 🙂
Your words, brother, whether dark or shining, rise up from a loving heart & fecund imagination; love your little ditties.
oh yes, would that all of our words end up like dandelion parachutes, giggle-blown and setting seed, what a fabulous image!
words to flutter in the wind
like dandelion parachutes…I love that 🙂
And you manage to write such poetry while travelling? Kudos to you! My mind is like mush when I travel…
‘giggle blown’ is such a lovely expression, and I love playing with dandelions too. And no, your words are not dead like pebbles in the soil – the are always fun or thought-provoking.
To say I love this, Bjorn, is to fail. This is so good. Stunning! A bumper crop of awesomeness!
I love those giggle blown dandelions ~ I also like how you wish the words were to be, then in contrasting them with reality of dying like pebbles in the soil ~
yes, hope that our words may speak life…and not die
Words can be so many things, yes, depending on us as the deliverer, and the frame of mind of the recipient – ‘giggle-blown’ made me smile 🙂
I don’t think your words would just lie down and die, even if you told them to. They are more apt to bring out other words to giggle and play.
Your poem drives the reader to a whole new spectrum of imagination and beautiful creative journey.
I love this poem! 🙂
Love your entry–you’re a fine poet indeed, stellar.
yes, the well tended word has great potential, those neglected will surely die
I’d like my words rare and beautiful
like orchid buds collected
in a jungle far away
Reminiscent of the many orchids we have around here. Your words certainly evoked such beautiful feel. Great write Bjorn!
Hank
Enjoyed….and may words never die that way….may it flutter always meaningfully…
Indeed the power of words is stronger than anything else in this whole world.
Sprinkling words on dandelions how nice that is…I can picture them floating in the air, landing in the right place blooming for all to read. Love it!
Ha! what Giggle blows..Google finds..your words aren’t dead yet..as far as google nows..and it makes me giggle to think..my essence exists somehow..by Google living..long after i die…
but alas..there is no shame..
in living anyway..now..
or dead..;)
Oh dear! I don’t think so ! Your words do travel in the air and may be man- made but far from gmos! K.
Seeds as we know them are endangered. Including those verses makes your poem powerful. I really like this, Bjorn.
it definitely is a two-side relationship writer and reader… enjoyed your approach
Enjoyable dancing of words on the breath.
This one gave me the sense of you being a lingual seed connoisseur, a little bit giggle at the outset, a tad maudlin at the end – just like I get when I go to a wine-tasting.
My wife and I just finished watching the documentary “Dirt!”, which does such a great job of showing how much we’re dependent upon the Earth’s soil and what lengths we’re now going through to fast destroy it with monoculture and GMOs. For the fast buck. Loved the stately roll of poems in accord with the verdant earth–and the reminder of what can happen if we don’t stay vigilant.
This is just exquisite – the imagery: spine-tinglingly wonderful!