Dandelion’s teeth, wisp o’ t’hills
spans us splendid gossamer summers
diaphanous splendour, warblers trill
natural dopamine uppers
our frayed edges no longer other
no more hushful wishes, jus’ tranquil
only us and our green mother
forever and ever entangled
Authors note:
This dandelion has it’s roots here

Full of rich imagery Matt 🙌
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Thanks
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I love those last two lines!
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Thanks. It’s funny how different people perceive the same thing. For example, I kinda really disliked how I ended it. But it might grow on me. Lol
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Matt, the phrase “natural dopamine uppers” feels especially fresh to me—it hits that perfect mix of science and sensation. There’s a breezy intimacy in this that really draws me in…
~David
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Thanks. I like science and I like nature (well, occasionally I don’t but mostly I do lol) so seemed natural to put a bit both in there.
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Matt, this is an intellectual look at the interplay of nature: self-seeding and forever replenishing (when left to do what it does). We discount many of the positives that weeds possess. A delightful read!
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Thanks and thansk for this week’s brain workout 💪 🧠
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Hehe! I’m glad you enjoyed the mental gymnastics!
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Lovely images – ‘gossamer summers’ 💚
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Thanks🙂
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I appreciate the difficult rhymes you’ve worked with here! I think the last two lines also work well but they are quite straightforward compared with the first four lines. Good stuff.
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thanks, Yea I struggled with the ending
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loving on this! reminds me of the quote by Thich Nhat Hanh, “I have lost my smile, but don’t worry, the dandelion has it.”
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Lovely imagery! I quite enjoyed this one, Matt.
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