Welcome back to This Photo Wants to be a Poem. I am finally in full summer mode and able to dedicate time each day to my writing. Whew!
Today’s photo appeared in my Facebook feed from Molly Hogan. I keep telling her I want photography lessons, but she just tells me it’s luck. Luck or persistence? Molly has a steady hand and an eye for beauty.
Hope is the thing
with seeds to blow
beyond our thoughts
and what we know.Hope drifts on waves of air.
Margaret Simon, draft
You are invited to respond to this photo with a small poem. Write encouraging comments to others. I feel such a sense of peaceful joy to be back here with you.
Reflections on the Teche 
I love the idea of hope drifting around us, Margaret I’m going to go grab some! Here’s mine:
PERSPECTIVE
Do you see a weed
Or a wish?
Debris
Or a seed?
Seeds can grow
Into wishes come true.
It’s up to you.
c2022 Jane Heitman Healy
A weed or a wish – beautiful!
Fun Jane, I’ll take
“Seeds can grow
Into wishes come true.”
Thanks for your poem seeds! 🌻
It’s all about perspective!
Responsibility placed on the reader to decide.
Hope lies in the smallest things. Thanks, Margaret.
Music
Tiny dancer floats
like notes
along currents of sunshine—
music in the air
Oh, Rose, I can hear it! Lovely poem!
Love the music/dance connection!
I love the metaphor of dancing.
Glad to have “This Photo Wants to Be A Poem,” and thanks to both you and Molly for the uplifting dandelion pic! 💗your closing line of hope!
suspend disbelief
float free as
dandelion seed…
Michelle Kogan
draft
True freedom, Michelle.
Love this!
Lovely music 🎶 emanating seed, thanks Rose!
Another magical photo from Molly! I borrowed a couple of your words, Margaret, for the title.
Hope Drifts
Silky plume,
swishy sway.
someday bloom,
wish away.
–Buffy Silverman
“swishy sway” is a wonderful move!
❤️
Such a perfect rhyme.
Jane H H
this is so nice.
Dandelions
I drive us down the road
Betty Jo, Carolyn and I
I see dandelions
And say, “see the beautiful flowers.”
Carolyn says, “Weeds, weeds, weeds.”
I say, “Flowers.”
This goes several rounds
Betty Jo rolls her eyes at us
I see flowers
Carolyn sees weeds
We laugh as we go along
Betty Jo sees her friends being silly
If it weren’t for seeds
We’d have no flowers
Or Weeds
What fun we would miss
I love all these offerings… thanks everyone… amazing photo…here’s mine:
Fancy Free
parasol seed
wafts in the breeze
see its bundle
of promise
hear it
whispering
Wheee!
Love the long e sounds and bundle of promise.
Love “bundle/of promise,” Karen!