Dandelion Confessions

by Ben Pickard   Oct 7, 2016


When lilies and dahlias
thrived on my grief -
made roots with my wrongs -
the dandelions listened
with a delicacy only they
could ever assume.

For when I was done,
they stole nothing but a
simple breath from me
and each of my indiscretions

floated

away

on

the

wind.

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Ben Pickard 2016

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  • 1 week ago

    by Beautiful Tragedy

    I’m in love with this, oh my god. Its so simple, yet runs deeper in more than one way if you can read between the lines.
    Another great write Ben,
    All the best,
    BT

  • 2 weeks ago

    by Robin Carretti

    A very deep and profound poem but you express your words well.

  • 4 weeks ago

    by Mini

    Wonderful! :)

  • 1 month ago

    by Nicollo Machiavelli

    This was awesome.

  • 1 month ago

    by Dagmar Wilson

    Absolutely beautiful

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