#dogwood - Hello Poetry

I remember the two of us lying under dogwood trees, pink blossoms falling like snow onto what I thought was love. The sun was in my eyes that day and every day after. There is no need to look back now, I have no desire to wallow in tears or pink snow. I only wanted to say goodbye to you once.

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Jan 5, 2021

Jan 5, 2021 at 9:04 PM UTC

cjchaffin

Once

I remember the two of us lying under dogwood trees, pink blossoms falling like snow onto what I thought was love. The sun was in my eyes that day and every day after. There is no need to look back now, I have no desire to wallow in tears or pink snow. I only wanted to say goodbye to you once.

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I wish you looked at me in The Gentle Light peaking midday through the Japanese dogwood leaves your dark honey iridescence encompassing emerald cradling gold spun with pollen on the porch silent stares sweeping nothing under the rug - in The Gentle Light you are tracing my shadow with dull flint outlining the reminiscence of our spark when the sun sets we burn too slowly candle smoke traps itself in jars our emotions capped for safe keeping - there is a leak in the sky come sunrise dripping down dogwood the morning hung like fly traps you hover near the front door before coffee transparency being the obstacle for you - and how could it not be? when a cigarette habit clouds your heart reasoning closure with excuses in the ashtray butts filling the hole you have dug for yourself how could you fit in with the flies when you center yourself with cockroaches feeding off the misery of death greedily hunting in the dark corners of depression - leaves continue to bud and fall in your absence ignorant of the pretenses in The Gentle Light when they perish beneath my feet then you will come back hungry - but I will not be beneath the dogwood looking for nectar in hollow places the luminescence of augmented love has lost its glow rose-tints begin to neutralize in the hum of authenticity and now I am basking happily in a monotone existence

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Jun 30, 2019

Jun 30, 2019 at 4:02 PM UTC

mama_bee

Dripping Dogwood

I wish you looked at me in The Gentle Light peaking midday through the Japanese dogwood leaves your dark honey iridescence encompassing emerald cradling gold spun with pollen on the porch silent stares sweeping nothing under the rug - in The Gentle Light you are tracing my shadow with dull flint outlining the reminiscence of our spark when the sun sets we burn too slowly candle smoke traps itself in jars our emotions capped for safe keeping - there is a leak in the sky come sunrise dripping down dogwood the morning hung like fly traps you hover near the front door before coffee transparency being the obstacle for you - and how could it not be? when a cigarette habit clouds your heart reasoning closure with excuses in the ashtray butts filling the hole you have dug for yourself how could you fit in with the flies when you center yourself with cockroaches feeding off the misery of death greedily hunting in the dark corners of depression - leaves continue to bud and fall in your absence ignorant of the pretenses in The Gentle Light when they perish beneath my feet then you will come back hungry - but I will not be beneath the dogwood looking for nectar in hollow places the luminescence of augmented love has lost its glow rose-tints begin to neutralize in the hum of authenticity and now I am basking happily in a monotone existence

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A river flows beside a tree Which grows upon an earthy hill Both strength and beauty can be seen No need to hide No want for veil And the word of God flows underneath As the river runs To foster all which growth entails So enter in lovers embrace And share in the water Drink it deep Both when it flows and when it speaks But especially when it stands still

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Aug 14, 2017

Aug 14, 2017 at 8:14 AM UTC

colmistoirm

By A River, Beneath A Tree

A river flows beside a tree Which grows upon an earthy hill Both strength and beauty can be seen No need to hide No want for veil And the word of God flows underneath As the river runs To foster all which growth entails So enter in lovers embrace And share in the water Drink it deep Both when it flows and when it speaks But especially when it stands still

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