Let me be a dandelion poet…
A poem from the Strawberry Pi series
Let me be a dandelion poet
Spreading my seeds to the breeze
Let my words be bright and honest
That they be uttered with ease
There are those poets of the Rose
Who soothe your painful sorrows
There are those poets of the Lotus
Whose words reveal the Universe
There are those poets of Prism
Who beat the words into rhythm
There are those poets of the Court
To whom kings and moguls resort
Me, I am a dandelion poet
My rhymes aren’t so glorious
My words a poor man’s lettuce
Spiced with tears of heart and sweat
If there’s a wish for eternity
For my pocket is quite lean
Let there be no vainglory
Let my rhymes show their true sheen
Let my song be a field of yellow
Whose glory no gardener requires
My candle burn humble tallow
Road cement cracks sing my choirs
It would be good to be sung
By children playing in a field
Good for my words to yield
Like achenes on the tongue
N.B. : If you liked this poem
you might enjoy A poem is like a lemon
here on Medium.
