A fighter I am
wanting to be a smile;
yet I wish not to root out
the wild growth of weedy misery.
They are my prized blowballs*
giving me healing touches
as I try to live and grow with them.
I shall smile.
Oneday.
*Dandelions, a medicinal herb and a food crop.
Posted for Lillian’s hosting dVerse Poets Pub – today’s Quadrille, a self portrait
sumanar/lekha 
I like the idea of wanting to be a smile — not just to smile, but to actually be the smile. Nice.
I second Linda’s comment.
I really enjoyed this; I’ve always loved dandelions myself.
Really lovely words!
Love the wisdom in not ”wishing to root out the wild growth of weedy misery”. One day … 🙂
First, I love the word blow all to describe the dandelion at this stage of its life! Hmmmm and that is interesting to think of that in terms of where it fits in our stage(s) of life!
Love your photo here – you are a smile, I am certain. And I love the idea that we accept our wild weedy misery parts too.
This is a wonderful self portrait in words. So very nice to meet you up close here!
Sumana, I love this. Letting the smile and the weedy misery live together and bloom is a wonderful oxymoron. You are a lovely, strong woman and I’m glad to have gotten to know you and your story
Smiling here at your photo. And you will smile, one day, as you are a fighter.
A fighter I am
wanting to be a smile;
…………………………..
I shall smile.
Oneday.
My favorite lines. Wow, you look like a real fighter in your winter coat. Love it.
ha…my hubby says this is a lone penguin 😉
hahaha…………..think I have to agree with Daddy, my regards to him, please. Thanks.
Holding hope for that smile, Sumana! Hold your head high. Your smile will find you!
Terrific poem. And the photo shows you smiling, yet with the strong stance of a tough fighter. 🙂
So much between the lines! You are a beautiful fighter!
Dandelions are happy little weeds, taken for granted, but beautiful just the same. Love your poem, and photo! 🙂
This is a wonderful self-portrait. I love the “weedy misery”, blowballs that help you heal….and the promise of that one day smile………….
Your poem reminded me of that words somebody told me a long time ago – those who have experienced pain can be great healers. 🙂
“the wild growth of weedy misery” A much more expressive way of saying what I refer to as “the crap life has thrown my way.” I guess I need to think more poetically. You have done so, and have succeeded in providing a well-crafted gem!
from your photo its looks like you are the smile and try to bring smiles to this mad world…very nice work..bkm
I love that you used that dandelion as a metaphor. As kids, we used to make a wish then blow. If we got all the seeds, the wish would come true. I guess I’m still a kid.
Lovely words.
Love this! Here the dandelion is considered a weed, so I like how you describe it as a beneficial plant.
you will smile again one day
but not in that snow
mwaaaaah
get out of there
sunshine
heat
bury your face in fresh herbs
place a wet banana leaf
on your brow
eat a softy juicy mango
no shoes
bare feet on warm earth
our winter
has been the coldest ever
this year
you are strong
i know because you
are not wearing a hat
in that snow:)
good pic
Love this picture of you in the snow! I know you are the smile in spite of the weedy misery. We did the same thing when I was a kid, blowing the ball of fluff left after the dandelion has bloomed. I love the dandelion – a low flower, close to the earth and like little suns and then….they become snow!
Oh this made me smile, Sumana…holding on to those little fluff balls of misery just enough to remind us where we came from, how we got where we are. Then we can simply blow them away when we wish..spread a little wisdom. Smile when you’re ready to. At least this is my interpretation. I very much enjoyed your poem and photo. Nice to meet you! 🙂
Oh, Sumana….I love seeing this picture of smiling you in the snow. You wouldn’t smile so brightly if you had to contend with it as we do every winter. Ha Ha. I think we all want to be ‘smiles,’ don’t we? We all want the world to see that side of us, but unfortunately there are those bits of misery that find their way to pop through despite all we do to keep them hidden away!