Dandelion: Poem 19 of 30

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National Poetry Month:  Poem 19 of 30


dandelion roars
its goldenrod mane stands strong
as it stalks green grass

© Cathy L. Mere



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  1. CarolApril 20, 2013 at 6:24 PM

    Great metaphor! And so true!

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  2. Linda BApril 20, 2013 at 7:42 PM

    And so true about that stalking, Cathy! My daughter (a long time ago) heard someone say that spring was here because they saw a dandelion). She was sad because she wanted to see one too, but thought it was the 'real' thing-a lion! Your poem reminded me of that story. Beautifully done metaphor!

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  3. Today I LoveApril 20, 2013 at 9:09 PM

    My 7th grade haiku crazy boys will love this one, as do I! Perfect metaphor for this wild garden beast!

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  4. Steve PetersonApril 21, 2013 at 11:12 AM

    Thanks, Cathy. Love the metaphor, too! Surprising and so very right at the same time.

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  5. Mary LeeApril 21, 2013 at 7:31 PM

    HA! Love the stalking!!

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  6. Michelle Heidenrich BarnesApril 22, 2013 at 9:35 AM

    Oh how I love this majestic harbinger of summer daze-- your haiku paints a vivid portrait!

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