Dandelions are Human Weeds

Posted on April 6, 2018 by mitchteemley

It’s that time of year.

Even amid hushes of snow,

the dandelions appear.

dandelions-in-the-snow

How like us they are,

arranging themselves about their clocks,

terrified of being uprooted.

Created to live for a season

and then die beyond themselves,

instead they push their feet into the soil

and flatten their bodies against the sod.

Huddling beneath the mowings of time,

they strive to invent a purpose,

borrowing their color from the sun.

And when the sun takes it back,

they send their progeny into the wind, saying,

“Remember me, remember me,”

hoping for immortality second hand

when something far more beautiful was planned.

About mitchteemley

Writer, Filmmaker, Humorist, Thinker-about-stuffer
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32 Responses to Dandelions are Human Weeds

  1. Deborah Wenzler Farris says:
    April 6, 2018 at 4:10 pm

    Wow. Just wow. Love this analogy and I’ll never look at a dandelion the same…

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  2. @vapor_sage says:
    April 6, 2018 at 4:18 pm

    I’ve learned to love dandelions, that hasn’t stopped me from trying to irradicate them every year
    one must admire the tenacity and perseverance of this life form

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  3. Elitsa says:
    April 6, 2018 at 5:03 pm

    Wonderful!

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  4. lynnabbottstudios says:
    April 6, 2018 at 5:05 pm

    So powerful, Mitch! You are such an extraordinary writer. Deb is right. I won’t ever look at a Dandelion the same again, either! 🙂

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  5. grumpygorman says:
    April 6, 2018 at 5:26 pm

    So much of so good.

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  7. Dymoon says:
    April 6, 2018 at 6:54 pm

    they are the first appealing feast for the bees! aside from that. your prose is fun and well done

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  8. M.B. Henry says:
    April 6, 2018 at 9:14 pm

    Wow… some amazing thoughts here that are very powerful. I just love the analogy. I also always loved seeing the first dandelions! One of those who always liked them I guess 🙂

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  9. smzang says:
    April 6, 2018 at 10:07 pm

    I love dandelions, even when they invade my space.
    I love fine poetry even more…I love your poem…it is very fine!
    You are indeed a man of many talents.

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  10. Joan says:
    April 6, 2018 at 11:18 pm

    From one dandy lion to another – good job. 🙂

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  11. connieszone says:
    April 7, 2018 at 12:37 am

    Nature has so many wonderful ways of teaching us about ourselves and life. Beautiful thoughts Mitch thanks for sharing.

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  12. toutparmoi says:
    April 7, 2018 at 8:13 am

    I have a soft spot for dandelions. You’ve summed them up beautifully.

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  14. Roos Ruse says:
    April 7, 2018 at 5:50 pm

    I pondered this post all day yesterday while doing more clean up from an impressive storm. Great. Now I’ll never get this (actually excellent and reflective) thought out of my head. It’s my new yard work ear worm. Hmmm… ear worm, inch worm…

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    • mitchteemley says:
      April 7, 2018 at 10:54 pm

      Gee, I don’t think anyone’s ever accused me of creating ear worms before, Roo. But, hey, if it gets you through the yard work, it can’t be all bad, right? ;>)

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  15. Dani Ta says:
    April 7, 2018 at 10:14 pm

    Dandelions are strong flowers. This is an awesome poem 🙂

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  16. Shantanu Baruah says:
    April 11, 2018 at 1:43 am

    What a beautiful piece of work.

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  21. Caroll says:
    April 17, 2023 at 2:57 pm

    I used to find dandelions pesky until I read Dandelion Wine by Ray Bradbury when I was in high school. (You can only make it from the yellow stage flowers, I am assuming.) He turned the mundane into the magical, much as YOU often do!

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  22. The Sicilian Storyteller says:
    April 18, 2023 at 6:51 am

    Like most children, dandelions were the first flowers I picked for my mother. Maybe it’s that memory or their stubborn determination that makes me love them so much. Those little yellow puffs will always be welcome in my lawn.

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