When Poems Live On

I wrote this poem some time ago.
Then one day I saw this contest in a magazine. It was for a poetry site where
you submit for an anthology poetry book.
Yes–prizes where supposed to be awarded.
The book it was supposed to be in was expensive and designed beautifully.
Your poem could be on mugs, magnets and more.
Well–I never won one of the prizes. But some time later—my poem appeared
on a poetry online website. Daily people could vote on whether they liked it or not.
Just because I submitted to one contest (I obtain copyright to this poem)—it seems like they say went forth and multiplied.
Which goes to say—you never know what you are getting into.
So here is my poem. I found out it is on Poetry.com—currently.

Dainty Dandelion

Dandelion, dandelion
How did you get your name
It is quite a shame
The way people pluck out
Your dainty yellow head
Peeping shyly out of flowerbeds
Tossed out of lawns, dead
Sitting so shiny and bright
It does not seem right
Something so pretty
Considered a noxious weed
Would you believe
Is a first hint of spring.

©craftvamp–Sally J

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2 thoughts on “When Poems Live On

  1. I’m not a fan of dandelions, but I liked your poem. 🙂 I think your rights were violated here. They should have at least asked you about submitting your work to other publications.

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