Floating in the wind
Carrying someone’s dream
Sitting outside, lately I have noticed many white puff balls floating by, some even landing on me or close enough to catch.
They always remind me of my childhood times of picking dandelion puffs and blowing wishes in the wind.
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Facing a rock
Being seen as unwanted
Seeing your chance for wishes
They had the opportunity to
Never give up
Let your faith grow
Deep, be tenacious, for
Someday, someone will stop
Your beauty and your true worth
For we all have a purpose
That’s waiting to be
Double Butterfly Cinquain
Today as I was out walking I stopped near this big rock where I saw two dandelions blooming and one that had gone to seed lying down on the ground as if crushed, probably by the landscapers mower hitting it.
It intrigued me enough to snap a picture and also was inspiration for this poem.
Holiday tasks done
Nightfall will bring rest
To this weary head
Nothin left to do
But say “Merriest
Christmas” to all of you!
Wishing all of my family, followers and friends Happy Holidays! I appreciate all of your visits, reads, likes and comments.
Are myrids of
Wishes waiting for my breath
To bring them to life
The Blessings of
Health, Hope, Happiness
Upon Family, Friends, Followers
Original Poetry and Photograph by Leona j. Atkinson ©2016
Daffodils are in bloom all over my area of the Pacific Northwest–Oregon is looking like Spring! 🙂
What if your dream came true today?
Would you enjoy it, or look for another to come your way?
What if all your cares were taken away?
Would you truly be able to enjoy the day?
What if a miracle was granted to you?
Would you give thanks to whom it was due?
What if all your wishes came true ?
Would you be happy or seek more for you?
What if, after change came, you did concur,
that things were better the way they were?
Leona J. Atkinson 11-15-13
It’s done. It’s over,
The locks lay in piles on the floor.
The curls of contention,
Are no more.
Pushed to the breaking point,
He gave in.
He gave up the hair he loved,
And the dream he held within.
To conform to others wishes,
He put his feelings aside.
He became their new person,
While his real identity died.
Leona J. Atkinson 09-15-13
Dedicated to my grandson Dylan