A dandelion is both a flower and a weed
A metaphor used thousands of time before
You hear it and you only absorb it's meaning for a second before moving on
But I feel it deeply
I feel being a flower and a weed even though I am neither
People hating on you so much that you forget your own beauty
You wish on them
Wish for beauty or prosperity or in most people's case, a pink pony
Am I out of breath? Or is my childhood being sucked out of my lungs- by blowing on the dandelions?
Am I spreading beauty by blowing on them or simply causing another inconvenience?
Even the word is mystical and nothing short of beautiful
Nothing to prove that this plant should be a weed except for the fact that it is
Nothing to prove that it is ugly except for combined belief
When did agreeing with everyone become more powerful than seeing the truth?
I'll say it again, a dandelion is both a flower and a weed
I think it would rather be neither
I am both Complex and Simple
Fragile and Strong-willed
Small and Powerful
Stubborn and Easily manipulated
When will it be my turn to be blown away in the wind like the dandelions?
A dandelion is both a flower and a weed
Were you listening?
Please give a detailed explanation about the meaning and main idea of this poem.
I wrote this poem simply by looking outside my window. Contesting an ideal that everyone can see just by looking up. Questioning why numbers are so powerful on this world, how an opinion can shape a fact. My favourite line that encapsulates the idea is- Am i spreading beauty by blowing on them or simply causing another inconvience? Wherever the wind brings the dandelion will affect its meaning, one seadling will be a beautiful flower that one will appreciate and to another an inconvenience of a weed that will be removed and chucked away. This poem is also about childhood, about the naivety that seems to be unable to leave my soul. How depending where you are and how you are talking to, your worth changes. As a kid you see the beauty in everything and you blow on a dandelion not thinking of the consequences, you don't realize that you just picked the same beautiful yellow flower that used to spring. This poem was innocent, it was simple, it was just me looking outside bu it turned way more meaningful with each line.
Please explain your writing and thought process regarding this poem.
As I said, I was just looking outside and thought of this metaphor, and though it would be the perfect thing to write about. I sat down and picked at the facts like I like to do, analyzing everything about the simplest things in life to create profondness and meaning. Over time it became so much more to me but I don't really have a clear writing process, I just sit down and let the colours I see and the shapes and words get put together.
Why did you choose to write this poem?
I chose to write this poem because I wanted to change this expression I had heard before, multiple times, make it about more than a plant.
Do you have any tips or anything to share with the youth writers who may be reading this?
Follow your heart (as cliche as it may sound)
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