Under The Plum Tree

Posted on July 26, 2018 by

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When you see white clover sprawling in the meadow
do you still think of me even though our love
once treasured, is now with regret over?
 
As for me I can tell you, the plum is blooming now
I remember the promises we made
underneath its burgeoning boughs
And I will wonder ever after
if you remember too.
 
The yellow roses came today and I read the message within
Can we please forgive and forget all we said back then
I beg you my love can we renew our cherished love again?

And so today, I measured and took stock of all we shared
with my heart still longing, and my lonesome soul laid bare
I sent to you the dried red rose you first gave to me
with this simple note, let’s meet tonight
when the moon is bright under the plum tree.

 

©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg

 

 

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71 Comments on “Under The Plum Tree”

  4. This is so weird – I found some white clover in the garden today – I’ve not seen it before in among the daisies. Your poem is romantic and wistful, Linda, a balm this hot night.

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  7. There is perhaps nothing more beautiful than reuniting with the one you love in this world. 💖 A breathtakingly ethereal love poem, Linda 😊

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  16. Linda this one really resonates for me. Those shared moments of intimacy in the most ordinary of things become immortalized. My heart says I hope he’s there, waiting for her.

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  17. Sweet, without being saccharine. It touches me, and makes me smile.

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  19. Lovely romantic tale. The Plum Tree is privvy to all sorts of secrets!

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  21. The “dried red rose,” speaks volumes! This is such a beautifully evocative poem, Linda. I loved hearing you read this tonight.. as your voice catered to its underlying meaning, emotion and depth. 💝💝

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  25. with this simple note, let’s meet tonight
    when the moon is bright under the plum tree.

    How nice to make up. It gives a great feeling Linda! A wonderful close

    Hank

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  28. There’s a gentleness to this poem: I love the way some of the rhymes fall mid-line. Almost as though the narrator hardly dare whisper her love, but it is undeniable. Lovely!

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  29. I enjoyed your reading of this delightful, romantic poem last night, Linda, but it wasn’t until I read it this morning that I wondered if you had teleported to our wild garden, where we have a plum tree and white clover! I also remembered what was said about dried and pressed flowers being a rare thing these days, which reminded me of my grandmother’s huge family Bible, which had some really old, pressed flowers in it.

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