Dandelion Mystery


Droplets of sunshine
Lion’s teeth the French call them
Now how weird is that?

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on April 20, 2012, in Poetry, Senryu, Writing and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 16 Comments.

  1. Now how’s that for synchronisity? I’ve just looked up the meaning of dandelions (and learned of their french name) as I’m embroidering them into a piece of artwork I’m doing. You’re right, it is weird. πŸ™‚

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  2. If I lived where lawns were possible, I would encourage dandelions, no matter what the French say, and let them smile sunshine at the manicured lawns near them. Fortunately, the tough flowers can be found in my yard amidst the weeds, small patches of grass and clover, and sand–mostly sand. This made me smile.

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    • For some reason they seem to me so amazingly bright yellow this year, more so than all of the former years. They have not changed, though, so I have to accept that it must be me that has changed. πŸ˜€


  3. Here’s to dandelions!! Why would anyone call such a beautiful, bright yellow flower a weed? (I love to see them blooming on the lawn – till my husband mows them down, alas!) Have written poems about them – glad to find others with the same viewpoint. πŸ™‚

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  4. Can’t believe it’s been five years since we had this conversation. Was just yesterday admiring all the dandelions blooming on the lawn again and feeling sad to see them mowed down – again.

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