[Venomous Vixen]

Plucked deep from my dandelion dreams
You float in upon yellows and greens
With my breath quickly caught
Do you love me or not
The last petal falls onto moonbeams

It whisks and sways so graciously
As the words hang low and sedate me
With my last breath still caught
Your rushed answer was not
And quickly I pluck and replace thee

Yellows and greens have swirled into one
Like silk between forefinger and thumb
The petal smiles back
With the question I ask
And I savor that you are the one

Plucked deep from my dandelion dreams
You ride in upon love and moonbeams
Quickly halting my breath
So deep beneath my breast
As the fateful petal grins and gleams

[Vorcla]

Ah. Nice. A springtime poem, really. New grass and new love. Yellow and green. Unsurpassed imagery as always, Bri. Super job, hun.

[Venomous Vixen]

Thanks, hun. I was in limerick hell, haha... if you look each stanza is one, but at least I get something non vulgar from the form

[Nupur]

When I saw the title I thought it was an Alliterisen. Hehe, limerick is nice. I like how you adopted the form partially, just the structure and then made it the base for a lovely poem. The rhymes are lovely and so is the feel of this. The best thing about this one, according to me, would be how you wound it all up. You connected every stanza in an impeccable manner. The references to green and yellow, the repeating rhymes in the first and last stanza... very well done. Excellent work on this one. Who says there can't be non-dirty and yet wonderful limericks!

[Vorcla]

I must be brain dead. Didn't notice the Limerick forms; you did them so prettily. Nice.

[Lubesh]

I didnt either as its so beautful colour too but it is jsut a form and can be applied as we see...is till cant for the life of me make it sound like one, so i think content not count is key..outstanding and bouncy and green and flowery, lusty, sweet and yes impeccably done! I love this either way.

[Corneac]

I hate you sometimes. This is just marvelous...breathy...whisical like spring, like. Like the onset of summer. I think one of the reasons I love yourt poetry to much, is because I love you so much and know you so well. The imagery...was just...ahhhh, and I'm so glad that i'm reading poetry again. It's inspiring me to write again. I loved the limericks, bastard, can take a form i suck at so much and just...make it outstanding and beautiful and just everything i love about yand your poetry and poetry in general and seasons. In a poem. Thanks bri. (Still hate you though)

[Venomous Vixen]

hehehe, thank you all