Parched this soil of me —
as in the shadow
by this crumbling bulwark
only nettles bloom.
A soul like mine needs dande-
lion strength to sing(e);
to sprout and blossom,
to survive, to thrive —
equinox brings hope…
as from its roots
a single vine of ivy claws
to gneiss and mortar,
bringing life to frozen souls.
The prompt for today is soul-gazing at dVerse, Paul hosts and I wrote this recognizing that today it’s equinox. Already tomorrow the day is longer than the night.
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March 20, 2018
Björn Rudbergs writings 
There’s a sense of brutality and tenacity in all it entails to raise and nurture a wild-hearted soul. The dande-lion strength… I also wrote about walls.
This is amazing poetry Björn
I love these lines:
‘A soul like mine needs dande-
lion strength to sing(e);
to sprout and blossom,
to survive, to thrive’.
Oh my…a song of the trials of spring birth…lovely…i really like the sing(e) thing.
Where only nettles bloom, my soul needs strength,brfings life….beautiful thoughts.
I love the dandelion strength and the idea of breaking free from the decay and sprouting anew.
bringing life…..
fav line – but all so good
I like the need for “dande-
lion strength”. Persistent.
there is hope and strength in these lines of yours
Good climbing imagery. Perfect for spring.
I love that opening line…parch this soil of me ~ Looking forward to those dandelions and vines of ivy ~
Whoops, I’ve been whacking those poor dandelions all week.. Maybe I’ll cut them some slack.1
I love that dandelion strength, and I know you have it! Happy Equinox! Lovely turning towards more daylight!
Happy equinox. Enjoy all that blooms.
Great images and great photo – it’s life clawing its way – insistent enough to push rocks aside.
The middle stanza is amazing – Happy Spring Equinox Bjorn!
I think your crumbling bulwark and nettles put out some blooming fine poetry!
dwight
Nature can be brutal. The lovely green ivy can put forth tiny toilets that tear apart mortar between bricks or split open rocks.
This is profound poem. I really like the tone and your writing style. Splitting the word dandelion gives it new layers of meaning.
There are few things more beautiful than dandelions in the sun.
I just sprayed my dandelions with soapy water, so I’m hoping they aren’t as strong as you suggest. 😀
I love the “dandelion strength”! I can’t wait for all this snow to melt and for sprouts to appear!
“as from its roots
a single vine of ivy claws
to gneiss and mortar,
bringing life to frozen souls.”
This last stanza says it all. Wonderful, Bjorn!
A soul like mine needs dande-
lion strength to sing(e);
to sprout and blossom,
to survive, to thrive —
equinox brings hope.
What a beautiful stanza! I especially love the phrase ‘dandelion strength’.
Loved the vivid metaphors used here, especially in the second stanza. Perhaps most of our souls could use some dandelion strength to make it out of the seasonal darkness.
Dandelion strength!! That’s what I need. Wonderful placement of words.
Cheers,
Mark
The tenacity of the spirit–and of spring!
Ah, the magic of a single flower. How a single dandelion brings so much joy after suffering months of snow-covered ground.