Aging flower wild and free
Sunny yellow color gone
Silver stars cover its head
reflecting sunlight
Beautiful seeds waiting for the breeze
Like Nature’s poetry
Blowin’ in the Wind across our minds
Beauty for some
Weeds for others
Daylight stars waiting
to be appreciated
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Photo: Dwight L. Roth
Today at d’Verse, De Jackson asked us to write a Quadrille, of exactly 44 words, that includes the word Star!
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Roth Poetry 
Sounds like me … not yellow, but dark brown crown changed to “Gray stars cover “ing my head. I prefer to call them silver though, instead of gray. And wisdom definitely accompanies them!
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I like that… I think I will do your edit.
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Thank you… I fixed it! :>)
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Aha! Yes!! Much prefer silver to gray!
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Me too… don;t know what I was thinking!! :>)
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I guess we could call this a collaboration!!
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I have a love affair with dandelions.
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I do until they end up in my yard!
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Now you sound like my husband. I tell him if he tries to use weed killer, I’ll plant the French dandelions – they’re pink 🙂
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Ha ha… I think he will be getting you a digger!
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“Daylight stars waiting to be appreciated” is a brilliant description of the dandelions
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Thank you so much! I am glad you enjoyed this one.
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YES! ❤
I second JYP, Dwight. That is a fantastic line!
~David
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Thank you, my friend. I appreciate your kind affirmation!!
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Everything a point of view…
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Yes, and that is the joy of writing poetry! Thank you Judy!
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A fine description of a life
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Thank you, Derrick!
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What a lovely image and metaphor! The sun changing to stars. Beautiful 🙂
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Thank you Jane for your kind words! Too bad we simply call them weeds!
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Not here, we don’t. We eat them 🙂
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I remember my mom making dandelion salad when I was a child.
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We make salads of chicory, dandelion and rocket. The limp green stuff they sell in the supermarkets isn’t worth eating.
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:>)
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As a fan of these flowers, yellow or silver, I enjoyed your dandelion stars quadrille, Dwight.
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Thank you, Kim. I found a couple trying to bloom here in the middle of winter. My daffodils are opening!
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I’m with you on the beauty of dandelions.
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Thank you, Liz! The neglected wildflower!
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You’re welcome, Dwight!
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Lovely!
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Thank you so much, Karen, for reading and commenting. Miss seeing you. Hope all is well.
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One nice angle on the prompt! Your appreciation of the Natural World always ‘sparkles’.
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Thank you, Susan. I am so glad you enjoyed it!
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I love dandelions and don’t think they should be called weeks. Love your line “Blowin’ in the Wind across our minds” – reminds me of Bob Dylan’s song Blowin’ in the Wind” from 1962.
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Thank you Eugenia. The song was a favorite. I liked the Peter Paul and Mary version best.
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You’re welcome, Dwight!
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your words are the stars we all need to keep blowin in the wind sharing and spreading our seeds of love Dwight.
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Lovely!
“Beauty for some
Weeds for others”
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Thank you my friend. I must put on Peter Paul and Mary now!
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I so love the title of this poem and the way the imagery pays homage to nature! ❤
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Thank you, Layla. I really appreciate your comment. I like to come up with something different for this kind of prompt.
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Your quadrille took me back to childhood … oh the lovely memories of blowing dandelion seeds!
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Yes, I remember doing that as well! Thank you for sharing.
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I loooove dandelions. This is beautiful.
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Thank you very much!
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A wonderful poem, Dwight.
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Thank you very much!
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I like the yellow dandelions over the puffys but they dance hand in hand over the seasons. Can’t wait until I see Spring’s first dandelion and first robin. They have a little time before showing up but the anticipation is building. Those puffies have made my lawn bright as the sun over time.
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We have had both first robin and first dandelions this week! Thank you Lisa.
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Must be nice! You’re welcome.
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:>)
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I always thought dandelions to be beautiful. Love the reference of the fluffy star seeds.
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Thank you very much!
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I love the imagery in “Silver stars cover its head.” Beautifully done! 💞💞💞
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thank you very much!
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Dying in beauty… love it.
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Yes! Thank you!!
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Thank you, Dwight, for giving the hardy, cheery dandelion the respect and admiration it deserves! Lovely poem! ❤
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You are welcome, Cheryl! I like them everywhere but in my yard!
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A lovely poem and metaphor, Dwight. A truly original response to the prompt!
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Thank you so much, Merril! I like doing something a little different!
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You’re welcome, Dwight!
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