Dandelions Will Not love Again

by Mahal Ko Kuya Ko   Apr 19, 2015


How would I write about you
when in every rain
I have come to know,
I couldn't bear
the pain of being alone,
the risk of hatred,
the uncertainties,
doubts, confusions,

and the way you smell
on the afternoon of the
24th of July
hundreds of moments
to be endured ago?

Can't endure the petrichor,
the aftershocks,
and the reasons
why I am no longer needed.

I've been giving Dandelions
wrong meanings lately,
they are not Lilacs,
not abstract paintings...
and I must stop believing
that they are
Dante and Beatrice Portini,
an unrequited love;
Dandelions won't learn to love again.

The sunspots are all gone,
and with their absence,
this road is never
ornately-coloured any longer.

No more summer symphonies
can be turned into poetry...
They are worthless
like flowers on a barren serendipity.

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  • 8 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    What a great end and what a beautifully written poem. Your words seem to flow effortlessly. Very talented writer. Added to my favourites!

  • 9 years ago

    by Beautiful Soul

    This is really beautiful Dashiel. :). We all go through pain of a lost of a loved one or friend, and here I feel like it is both. I love how in a lot of your poems, you seem to put yourself in the eyes of a flower. or you could even say that you become the flower yourself and it is always seems like it is the main character but it is not, it seems like you always put yourself as the second character and the main character is the one who you have lost. THe flowers are always wilting here. and you feel like it is always your fault that you lost this person and in turn you make the flowers seem like they are depressed as well, which is what I love about your poems, they make you feel everything. I love the title as well, as it seems like you are the flower I feel you are saying that you will never love again. Beautiful poem though. 5/5

  • 9 years ago

    by Meme

    The title itself made me fall in love with the poem. How you painted your sadness across the piece in such metaphors that gave the reader a feeling of belonging I dont know to what exactly but I felt like missing someone, nostalgia...

    Am lost for words right now, and just overwhelmed with it!

    Great piece xx

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