Dandelions This Time

I am sooooooo excited and honored to have my dear blogging friend, dragonfly-whisperer/photographer, and fellow believer, Mike Powell, recite my latest poem! This is a very special poem to me and to have a special-to-me person recite it makes me a bit teary… Thank you, Mike! Please do pay Mike a visit to enjoy his nature stories and photos at Mike Powell: My Journey Through Photography here on WordPress. 

Sprouted from past tears
that saturated the buried
teeth of lions,
lies that rotted,

but underground,
those roots reached
blindly for a dream
in the suffocating darkness,
light faith-felt
not yet seen;

we forged through
lifetimes of winter
determined we too
deserved to find
in our hearts that
spring,

strained to hear
the birds sing,
to inch upward
when strength allowed,

recovering each time
any lost ground
from sinking,
from pressures
above

that could only
hold us down
for so long,

could only
depress us
so many inches
as we gripped
the dirt
and resisted.

I think it was
the feeling
that you were 
near,

reaching yourself
for something unclear,

but both of us
persisted
in breaking
earth

to breathe 
the air
of any season,

to feel
on our faces
the warmth;

finally
our time came,
double golden-crowned
and kissed goodbye
by Fate,

released
to freedom
on the same day,

never knowing
if our parallels
brought us
side by side,

but the sight
of you
upon my eyes
was no chance
but the gift
of a Gardener
divine.

Survivors
continuing 
a shared story,

memories 
of the season
before
eternal winter
return as familiar 

as the stars.

We will live
until we together
embrace
the next season,
and when our stems break
and we are but seeds 
again 
in the breeze,
my darling, 
this time,
we will not 
be separated
by anyone or
anything. 

Poem and images ©LauraDenise

18 thoughts on “Dandelions This Time

      1. There are certain ones that for some reason I feel compelled to to read aloud. I am never sure if it is based on my mood at the moment or perhaps the structure, rhythm, or subject of the poem. In this case, the implied reference to the French “dent de lion” was what triggered me. I was a French major in college and spent my junior year in Paris. French still has a special place in my heart.

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        1. Well, I hear all poems in my head; I wish we could compare recitations of this one. 😍 I also took French in college, as it was required for my English major 🤔: 2 years when I was a teen and the next 2 years when I returned as a mom of a high schooler. I think I cried on my first day in French 103; I switched to the Individualized Instruction option, lol. I ordered my graduation gown while retaking that last exam a few times… 😰 My high school French days are less traumatic though.

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            1. I.Love.It. ❤️ You are an AMAZING poetry reader; I approve your interpretation! I absolutely will treasure this, Mike. Thank you so much! Can I post it with my poem?! 😃😃😃

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              1. Feel free to do so, Laura. It was fun. I have attended a whole bunch of virtual poetry readings via Zoom in recent months and have come to appreciate poetry as something to be performed as well as to be read.

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                  1. As I noted earlier, some poems simply prompt me to want to read them aloud. As you probably noted, I paused at places and changed speeds as I tried to adjust to the message. Your variable, free-flowing stanza patterns allowed me to make some creative choices in ways that a more rigid structure would not have allowed me to do. So perhaps I will send you a reading or two in the future as the spirit moves me. 🙂

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    1. So glad you love it! Mike did an amazing job! I very much treasure the WordPress connections I have made along the way in my journey so far. This is a great place to be. (Even with the horrible changes WP has made to decrease user friendliness…)

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