Trees And Dandelions Collection


The chirping of sorrow in the shadows of broken wings
let’s too many birds of loneliness
fall prey to predators
who pounce on despair.

She is uncertain in the forest
if she should
sing or hide

Newly grown camouflage
seems to blossom and branch;
winds on tree tops tear off
a few deciduous victims
still green but detached
before the fall approaching

She has taped plastic sheeting
and cardboard
on her broken window, not letting
green leaves of happiness
fall in through her window,
not letting the fog drift in
that looks out onto the ocean
where his boat struggles
to land on her beach, but
is adrift in the fog, and
his horn seems
to not carry beyond where
she left her
beach blanket long ago.

Melancholy is the cry of the shipwrecked,
not knowing where the treasure lies,
mast lowered. Exquisite is

the flutter of pretty lashes
when he sails onto land
beyond the seagull’s cry
tacking into her breezes.

Guided only by a random leaf,
he sees her broken window
and tears apart the plastic

A sad maple is she,
syrup exploited
never allowed
to taste her own sweetness

Her leaves could have
absorbed the love
of the Sun
of the passing Prince,
had she not played
her lute too softly to be heard

Never should such a lonely string,
such a flower
be cut on a slant,
dying, put
in a vase
for a decorative purpose

Because of such sorrow,
never let winter ever come again
without a prayer implanted
in the bosom of justice

The angels have fallen
if they would honor wine
more than the dangle of
the maiden’s dew, more
worthy than any untested virgin
in a nunnery who
has never cried for love
and only knits diversions

She is so worthy of forgiveness
as are you, when your
morning mourning pancake
has God’s rainbow syrup
on a reawakening breakfast
saved at last
for eternal joy

You are an inner voice
a trilling tone in my head;
though tart the prelude, a lick,
orchestration’s so sweet
it deeds me strolls
in muscle tone
by forests
by trees,
extending concepts
calf-fully guided by
a note
a step
a song —
groves revealed
escaping fruit

getting a leg up on bliss
inner saunters drift
in gait to gates of mind
in wound up dilemmas
citrus revealed
completed lemonade
healing squeezes
stirring tastes
sweet dreams running wild to
walk me on water
float over to you, a
serenade splash
to pucker by

I am so cold in August
trying to be a puff ball like a Dandelion,
wishing you’d look
at the seed ball as you blow:
each seed on little parachute
to carry onto
lawns of possibility.

Weeds wish to land,
embed and grow. But no,
no one will let the weed speak.

I am hot to plant an idea
even in winter.

Where is your greenhouse —
I am not merely fuzz: look closer
I am a soul on a parachute
hoping to land on a soulmate and
not to snag on a
telephone pole or power line.

Lawns are too pretty plain;
let me be a flower in the lapel of love
deserving a puff piece in the journal of fulfillment.
—- Douglas Gilbert
(Henry Le Châtelier)


3 thoughts on “Trees And Dandelions Collection

  1. Here’s your dandelion poem 🙂 I’ve always loved this one, I remember it well, you posted it in the comments section of my dandelion poem right after the first time i posted it.
    I was just re-reading the others you have listed here with it and for some reason this line really hit the nail on the head as to how i’ve been feeling lately
    “She is uncertain in the forest
    if she should
    sing or hide”
    yup…that about sums me up. Sing or hide, hide or sing…unfortunately i’m not feeling very brave and hiding is so much safer…geez i sound like a little kid sometimes. You’d think as a grown woman i’d have grown up a little more than i have. Love these poems though!

  2. Thanks very much. When I get a new computer I should reorganize by topic and also put back the poems I took off the list. I went through hell a long time ago trying to figure out how to use this website and I kept changing my mind about how to use it. Now they’ve made all kinds of “improvements” with all kinds of new widgets and such which are incompatible with my old computer. I think I’ll wait for the new one to try to learn the new stuff.
        Yeah, well, I hide a lot. Sometimes I’m a running faux pas. A couple of times I tried to sing in public on a street corner. Once was OK — I did a false bass voice for a poem spoof of “Old Man River” (I have to throw my lips and face out like a monkey to get a deep voice, because I have a medium voice[that goes too high when I’m nervous and rarely low except when I have a cold). Second time was better and I got some applause and then the third time was a disaster(went totally off key). Went down hill from there: did something else which was totally wrong and strained… I’m glad hardly anyone heard me… Oddly enough, though, I think those embarrassments were less painful than one-on-one embarrassments. I’m stumbling around, I suppose, for a mode of expression… It depends — sometimes I think it really is best to hide.

    Old man poet
    he just keeps commin’
    he don’t know nothing
    he just does something
    and just keeps rolling
    like rhyming moaning
    of flow

    The last line is a killer deep earthquake sound if my lips don’t fall off. I’ve never had singing lessons so that’s probably not how you’re supposed to get a low sound. I even heard once when I was trying to read something loudly, someone tell me the cliché “use your diaphragm”. I never understood what that meant.

  3. From your diaphragm – I used to be in choir (back in high school). If I remember correctly it’s a way of breathing while singing. You breath deeply so that your belly expands, keep shoulders back and straight, this opens up your chest area and allows your voice to carry better and also keeps your voice from coming through your nose/nasal area so that it doesn’t sound all nasally. It takes some concentration at first.
    Being embarrassed one on one is a little painful but at least it’s just you and one other person who have been exposed to whatever it was that was embarrassing that occurred. I’ve have my fair share of those, hehe.
    Alright, time to get ready for work, have a good day.

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