The subject of this poem is my girlfriend, Elizabeth. We had been dating for over a month and I decided it would be sweet to write a poem for her. This was the first poem I had written since December 2015. The sadness which drove me to write the previous 10 poems was gone mostly because I moved from a crumby apartment complex to a brand new, luxurious one. I also quit my stressful job to focus on schoolwork, and, by February, I had met Elizabeth. The spring of 2016 was a pleasant time. It marked a turning point in my poetry which wasn’t realized until the spring of 2017 when I wrote fun, meaningless, loosely-structured poems like Psychobabble.
Without further delay, enjoy! 🙂
Dogwood I (29 Mar 2016)
You are a flowering dogwood tree
Whose branches reach out to those in need
To wrap them in a blanket of twisted wood
So that they if not otherwise would
Know mercy so sentimental
And grace so supernatural.
In rest, to heaven they might inquire
The origin of your strange desire
To offer them care and protection
And to share the hope of resurrection.
Heaven might answer and say that the most
Influential voice is his Holy Ghost.
But there is another specter of old
Who tried to tarnish her soul of gold.
That specter did steal her hope for the morn
With a heavy blanket of twisted thorns
Until it was restored unto her
By a knight in divine armor.
Now she loves others with true sympathy,
And that’s what makes her so lovely to me.