I Offer This Branch

Was the change of heart was suddenly there?

Did it mean a thing, did you really care?

Did it fade slowly; when did it start so?

I know you don’t know, but watch I can grow.

 

It’s my fault not seeing, my work, and my  being.

My head is agreeing, my heart I’m burying.

Is there one more chance; please don’t take this stance?

Change heart to romance, I offer this branch.

 

© 2011 Michael Yost

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16 responses to “I Offer This Branch

  1. Oh, very sweet and open-hearted–and hopeful.

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  2. i hope that they take it…was just reading a similar one shot…hurting one we love inadvertant or inattention sits heavy…

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  3. hi michael,

    very beautifully expressed and i love the concept of offering a branch and what it represents…reaching out and connecting and growing and holding on…

    i was touched by your sensitivity and ability to express your deepest emotions in such a way that the reader is moved by them …when reading poetry one is always left with how did the poem leave them feeling…you’ve done a great job with sharing your heart…

    nice write…
    sincerely,

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  4. There’s a lot of conflict here, a very knotted up feel, despite ending on a conciliatory note. Hope writing it out was helpful.

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  5. So much passion in admitting we may have overlooked our lover.You are not the only one who didn’t see it coming. Your poem may go a long way to reconciliation I pray your branch is accepted. NFN

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  6. Very sweet. So hard to admit when you are wrong, but love is worth it.

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  7. First step is to admit
    And not go into some fit
    Really has a great beat
    And it can be hard but of course nothing is nice and neat

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  8. Awwwh, how sad. Don’t offer the branch though – they already walked away, not seeing how beautiful it is – their sight is tainted with other desires than yours and they don’t meld – like water and oil – they can’t. Water will rot the branch and oil will make it sticky – killing butterflies and creatures that nest inside. Let them walk away, and be yourself. Many feet, feathers, wings and skins will nestle and love the beauty of your shelter.

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  9. So, did you take the branch, Michael. Never works for me!

    Sad poem.

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