Cheery, Unsung Rebels


They don’t care about your ideas on order
“Uniformity” is simply not in their vocabulary
You can allow yourself to become grumpier by the moment by the sight of them
But your sour state will not dull their radiance by a single shade
Their unbounded delight in who they are and in what they have to offer
Is enough to explode into the tiniest crack
So while you are deciding whether or not to recycle that cola can
They are feeding the bees and the mammals
They would even nourish and detoxify you if you would allow it
And after they have expressed all of their joy
They magnanimously bless you
With their power of wishes


2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Isabella R. Moyer
    May 27, 2016 @ 14:45:05

    What a lovely argument to see the beauty of the flower rather than the nuisance of the weed. A powerful metaphor indeed! These yellow beauties are covering our neighbourhood at the moment. Thanks for the nudge to bless rather than curse them. 😉


    • perceptionoverjudgment
      May 27, 2016 @ 20:13:58

      Thank-you! I vented my frustrations into this snarky poem. I really like dandelions, but society says that I’m not supposed to. Our yard is covered in “weeds” but pulling them sets my health back a few days. I’m trying to overlook how I’m supposed to be reacting to it all and just enjoy the colours and chaos. 🙂


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