Dandelions by Gail Braune Comorat

Gail Braune Comorat is a founding member of the Rehoboth Beach Writers’ Guild, and co-author of Walking the Sunken Boards. She served as editor for Quartet, an online poetry journal by women fifty and over. Gail's work has appeared in Gargoyle, Grist, Mudfish, Philadelphia Stories, and The Widows’ Handbook. She lives in Lewes, Delaware.

Sharon Urdahl:
Another Wow!...Expressive and playful...like the wind blowing the seeds...Thank you !
Posted 06/25/2013 10:23 PM

gailcomorat:
Thank you, everyone! Happy to be a part of this fine site!
Posted 06/25/2013 05:18 PM

maribeth:
Wow! What a vivid, active, poem--I can see it all, feel the wind....
Posted 06/25/2013 04:48 PM

Katrina:
Thank you, Gail! I had never thought of dandelion 'shuttlecocks'. Now I cannot see how the idea escaped me. Dandelions are the one plant I weed out of my garden, so I rarely see this spectacular moulting - Paradise Lost.
Posted 06/25/2013 10:15 AM

KevinArnold:
She had me from the first line with all that marvelous music. And never disappointed after, all the way to 'blow the little heads bald.'
Posted 06/25/2013 07:59 AM

Larry Schug:
Excellent poem; it appeals to me on an artistic level as well as on a more personal level. Each line is its own poem!
Posted 06/25/2013 07:54 AM

MaryLeeHahn:
Love that "dutiful wind!"
Posted 06/25/2013 07:13 AM

ejoella:
So elegant and well-crafted. I love the "white-skirted angels" line and the way it begins. Great sound!
Posted 06/25/2013 06:59 AM

jimgustafson:
so good, nicely compressed, every word counts. Not a weed in the garden!
Posted 06/25/2013 06:46 AM