Comments : I Have Never Known Dandelions Since Then

  • 6 years ago

    by Red Yoshi


    I am glad i am back and i am glad to see ypu have written a new poem :).

    Your life is complicated and you feel like you don't belong anywhere. Especially in this persons life, there seems to be a lot of guilt here. You "trampled" the daffodil in your life whom you charished dearly.

    There is always a mystery connected to someones life. Struggling against an oceans current. This is a wonderful poem, full of tragic absences. I would also like to point out a few things.

    " There's something about
    late afternoon sunlight,
    like they are made of poetry,
    and the memories of you
    walking away from me..."

    ^ this stanza

    I think the word "like" throws off the flow of the sentence.

    In my opinion only,

    I would rewrite it a little and say:

    "There's something about
    late afternoon sunlight,
    dandelions are made of poetry,
    and memories of you
    walking away from me..."

    But great poem none the less :) hugs

  • 5 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    A moving piece of poetry, written in a beautifully delicate style.


  • 5 years ago

    by Brenda

    So lovely, such beautiful descriptive of lost love and nature, it just flows so smoothly. Well done-