Dandelion Confessions

by Ben Pickard   Mar 12, 2018


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.

--

Ben Pickard

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  • 5 months ago

    by Imperfection

    Cool poem very differently written to others I’ve read

    • 5 months ago

      by Ben Pickard

      Thanks. I don't write a lot of free verse, but I'm most proud of this one, I think.

  • 1 year ago

    by - Mr. Darcy

    Wonderful imagery here, Ben.
    Not only with your words, but with the format. The way you trail off in single words, depicting that wind, that breath and with it all those stolen indescretions floating away.

    Excellent.

    • 1 year ago

      by Ben Pickard

      Thank you, Michael. I always thought this was my favourite free verse piece I have written

  • 1 year ago

    by Ya----Na

    Ben Lilies and dahlias gonna love you for the way you write.

  • 1 year ago

    by mossgirl19

    This is one of my favorites, Ben! I feel strength and peace in the beauty of this piece.

  • 1 year ago

    by Brenda

    Ben, this is magnificent. I'm blown away...

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