Dragonfly Dreams and Dandelion Seeds

I’m riding a lime green dragonfly to the silvery moon
to pick a snow white wishing dandelion waiting there for me
Here in this vastness in the indigo night watch sky
It’s only the dragonfly, the dandelion, the moon, and I.

Upon encountering the raucous North wind with joy we
raise our voices and sing, blowing the white wisp weeds-to-be
we spread them into the shimmering Milky Way sea.
Now done with the deed in a whirling dervish flurry
my dragonfly steed flies me home to my bed in a hurry.

And as I shudder awake from this fantastical dream,
I find myself delighted and amazed to see
clutched within my soft hands are cottony seeds
So now I ponder, is this magical life all an elusive dream?

©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg

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18 Comments on “Dragonfly Dreams and Dandelion Seeds

  1. Gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous detailing in this poem, Linda! ❤️ Gosh where do I even begin? I especially love; “clutched within my soft hands are cottony seeds/So now I ponder, is this magical life all an elusive dream?” 😀 Thank you so much for writing to the prompt! ❤️

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  2. Can we bring something back or did the cottony seeds prompt the dream. Chicken or egg. All I know is that “dreams are real as long as they last. Can we say anymore about life?” – Havelock Ellis

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  3. A handful of seeds, love that. I write often about dandelions. The grow in places where the soil is filled with no.

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