Tall, prickly, coniferous green
Carrying the name of the holiday
Home,
And cheer,
Family,
Togetherness.
Hateful, hanging, couple bait
Blushing, bashful, giggling fools
Not me,
I couldn’t,
Don’t make me,
Okay fine.
Flashy as the brightest stars
Poisonous if it’s company is partaken
Alone,
It’s fine,
I’m fine,
Go away.
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Strands defined by deepest black
Flecks a vivid cold blue
Bowing red encircles sound
On a canvass of dynamic porcelain
Vibrations of the purest pitch
Empathizing without animadversion
Beating, unconquered chambers
In ending rest finds new life
Curvaceous length beckoning essence
Turned on dichotomies forcing depth of identity
Building relationship rungs to form a whole
Merging forward into a perpetual future
Piecemeal construction of components
Rescinding alternatives, acknowledging dominance
Not quite mirroring strong predecessors
Reigning fair at the core over all
The Proud Dandelion 