Little globs of sunshine and happiness,
Like spittle from a sucker punching laugh
Pepper my lawn,
The subtle romance of busy bees
And cabbage butterflies hovering in zig zags
As they drink of the joyful yellow juices.
Golden buttons throbbing with the gusts of wind
The shake rattle and roll
On a seriously wind churned day,
Never defeated by the blades of Victor,
Rather protected and bolstered
By the blades of green Kikuyu.
The landlord comes and cuts them to the ground,
The spit out pieces lost and mushed
Into a meal for the earthworms and crickets . . .
Lovely poem! Not sure about line 2, but the rest is great, especial the “subtle romance of busy bees” and “wind churned day”. What are “blades of Victor”?
Hi Marg thanks so much for your comments. Victor is an Aussie brand of lawn mower, we invented the motor mower down under! Hmm line two I’ll think about! Cheers Vick
This was a delight to read. Love the visuals that occurred as I was reading!
Thanks so much!
Great, Vicki!
Not sure about line 2 either; I know you will work out a better image. 🙂
The mower brand is VICTA, not Victor, but can be used punnily.
Oerhaps you could leave out “of wind” at the end of the line “Golden buttons throbbing with the gusts of wind”, as toy use “wind” again 2 lines down.
Your peotry is improving by leaps and bounds. Great work!
I just fixed up my website as I messed it up. 🙂
Sweet poem that gives us an authentic picture of dandelions. And the greens are even edible. Good writing. 🙂 — Suzanne
Cheers Suzanne