Taming This Tyke's Voice Since 2007



Thoughts race past cobblestones.

Shadow trails behind


In the green of day,

Rapture-tinged with blooms.

invaluable bloom


Gloom conceded.

The once empty lamp post

Now lighted.


Images popped

And dissolved in the air ~

Faces passed me by swiftly ~

Acquaintances sealed loosely

With fluffy smile,

Unsure hellos

And unsaid goodbyes.


There were no street lamps

To mark those encounters


Like the dandelions’

Worthless beauty

Here now in brilliant yellow

Tomorrow but fluffy seeds

Blown by the winds

To uncertainty grounds

That may welcome

Or uproot them as weeds.

fluffy smile


Walking past cobblestones of life,

I found you in the corner

Of the road I travel

And took a single fluffy seed

Of smile from your fleeting presence

And planted it in the garden

Of my heart

Where there’s no wind

To blow your memories away,

For you are priceless.


lamp post

You are the lamp

That brought light

To the once empty post

That casted shadows

In the corner of the road

I walked every day.


For others,

You are but a dandelion.

For me,

You are an invaluable


“Weeds are flowers too, once you get to know them.”
~ A. A. Milne

Jeques, 2010. From his “Traveler’s Soliloquies poetry collection




2 responses

  1. jeques,

    welcome back, wide-eyed wanderer! i have just felt that you had shied away again with your easel in tow to some far-away nature spot painting some beautiful scenes. and this poem about the dandelion by the empty lamppost, can prove that.

    a poet ( i have forgotten the name) once said, ” a thing of beauty is a joy forever”. i have felt the powerful images of springtime, the cobblestone, the sunshine, the fair winds and the refreshing mood by this poem. i hear some good music playing in my mind, when i am reading this. what a joy to witness the beautiful passages sweetly unravelling in a poet’s heart. the joy of being found.

    there is a sense of nurturing compassion and longing that i can understand. it is quite natural, same familiar feeling after having a vacation break. and you are missing the days back home. you need to fill these void spaces in between and find the reason why you need to move on, braving another year till the next.

    also, what i understood from this poem, ideally, we like to be around with people, expectant that they complement us in some way. people, whom we think would be best fitted to make friends with, but realizes that this seldom happens each day. we have taken for granted, the very people who are just nearer by our side and sticks with us all the time. and like the dandelion, we have found out, that these same people are the beautiful souls that are worth keeping in our lifetimes. they are the invaluable blooms in the cobblestones of our lives.

    best of times,

    PM00000080000000730 10, 2007 at 12:00 pm04

  2. sk

    Yes! I do love your beautiful images with your simple and nicely describe!

    AM000000100000003530 10, 2007 at 12:00 am06

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