I bent over
to pluck

the full-faced
dandelion,

its sun-burst bloom
beaming,

its pointed leaves
praying

as its tangled roots
clentched the earth for mercy

Today's journey took me to farms and fields
and past a five acre pasture
whose dark green was nearly overcome by a weed's yields
wherein grazed no cattle beneath azure skies
eating yellow weeds as well as green.

This brought memories of younger years
and drinking milk with cornbread
when my future was unmarked by fears.
With naught but good dreams sharing my bed.
Before my belly shook like jello.

May today bring unbridled bliss
delivered courtesy sunshine kissed
giving Midas a run for his money.

When the last trace of night
evaporates analogous to milky hue,
whereat a dreamy state
pervades thy being from tropical delight
as approach of Dawn
highlights morning landscape Gaia drew
ah, a paradise
in pristine majestic light
arced, bathed, chiseled displayed
described, elongated, fingered gilt
heraldic imagery joyfully

Paupers of the written word
misunderstood, neglected,
the poet beats a lonely path
to tell his tales, dejected.

Ripped deep from out his tortured soul
bare thoughts wing home to roost.
On pages strewn with errors,
that hang him as a noose.

Do written words bring peace of mind?
Raise spectres of his fears?
Do they bring comfort, set him free?
Ne'er in a million years.