Dandelion puff,
a child's brightest wishes
blow away on the breeze.
Tiny lawn daisies
held in a grubby fist:
no bouquet as precious.
Weed growing strong
in a harsh root-bed
has much to teach us about tenacity.
for Susan's prompt at Mid Week Motif: weeds.
Sherry,
ReplyDeleteYou've captured the many facets in which plants, oft considered to be useless weeds, are indeed strong of character and as pretty as any other posy gift!
Eileen
Love the wishes, the precious gift, but especially the tenacity! Nicely played, Sherry!
ReplyDeleteNothing sweeter than dandelions in a grubby fist!
ReplyDeleteI loved how you depicted each of the weed's significance and brilliance in the haiku sequences!
ReplyDeleteIts so full of wisdom & depth :D
Beautifully executed..!
Lots of love,
Sanaa
wonderful, Sherry so much truth.
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ALOHA from Honolulu,
ComfortSpiral
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Tenacity and endurance, how much we can learn even from the common weeds and flowers that many just walk on.
ReplyDeleteIndeed the tenaciousness of weeds is something for us to emulate! And who cannot appreciate the joy a child takes in dandelion fluff?
ReplyDeleteThese are lovely, Sherry, and I like the messages.
ReplyDeleteaw...nothing like daisies in a grubby fist...love how you've woven hope, sweetness and tenacity in such a beautiful set...
ReplyDeleteThe joy of a dandelion bouquet is like no other. I am a dandelion, hardy and resilient.
ReplyDeletebe it any terrain life must go on...........
ReplyDeleteThose tiny flowers are beautiful. They don't invade the conscious mind as the stately rose for example, but only soothe the tired eye
ReplyDeleteWow three beautiful ones; the daisy haiku is my favourite
ReplyDeletehappy you dropped in to read mine
much love...
They teach a lot about life :-)
ReplyDeletetenacity... someone once told me i am tenecious and i first had to look up the word...smiles... there's a lot nature has to teach us
ReplyDeleteFew lines, much wisdom. The daisy bouquet really warmed my heart. Thank you!
ReplyDeleteI like all three of these. My wedding bouquet was made of daisies, so that one was special to me. I wish I were as tenacious as weeds, it can be a good quality to have. Take care Sherry.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful cycle..all coming back to the foundations..out of which the best things can grow
ReplyDeleteLove that last one, especially, Sherry. I have often thought that...how a burst of green can grow, as from the crack in a sidewalk. Well done.
ReplyDeleteThe wisdom of plants is there for those who listen.
ReplyDeleteYes, I see what you meant about us thinking along the same lines, Sherry! Lovely poem!
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