Dandelion

[bluesafire]

Words... sometimes there are no words
And those that come, they interfere
with the void that would otherwise remain,
A pregnant silence...
How can words describe
a flock of dandelion spores
gently coasting through the air
a sea, a swarm, a cloud of utter softness
dancing on a breeze,
the dappled light caressing them
midflight through fields of honey gold...
I am a poor accountant of such joy!
Impotent words, but ones I must convey
if only after I regained my breath.
The joy was but a silent moment when
I did not see, I did not hear, I did not smell, nor taste, nor feel
But knew the being as I know myself
In that small space of silent reverie.

[Kether]

Damn! I really liked this. I really liked the image(or whatever it was that it awoke in my mind) of the "pregnant silence". Sorry, I'm terrible at critiquing other people's poems, but I did really like it.