Dandelion

Love is like a dandelion.

It springs up in your flower bed.

It chokes all your aspirations.

It strangles your blooming independence.

 

This love needs more than weed killer.

It needs your hands and knees,

It needs your finger nails,

It needs your time and effort.

 

When this love wilts,

Your yard is left,

Empty

And colorless.


Comments:
 
penname   penname wrote
on 11/30/2008 3:16:36 PM
i ususally don't enjoy love poems, but this one...yes, why yes i did. of course a delightful metaphor for sure. though somehow...if the word "love" was perhaps not used...it may have been even more powerful. i think the comparisons are surely obvious and using the word love itself perhaps gives me as the reader too much explanation of your poem...it is such a powerful metaphor that you need not tell us what is it exactly... i do love this poem. It makes me look at those dandy dandelions so differently as well as love, perhaps.

StarPoet   StarPoet wrote
on 11/27/2008 2:33:32 AM
Wonderful comparisons. And deep truth here. Love is hard work and I like the way you put it here.

shakatoah   shakatoah wrote
on 11/26/2008 8:35:02 PM
What a clever metaphor...I love these clean, poignant words. They say it all succinctly, making it a powerful piece.

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