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The Quiet Dogwood

When the Cherries and Pears
Apples and Plums
Are done showing off
Their ostentatious display




Then the quiet dogwood
Gentle and unassuming
Unfurls its simple blossoms
Glowing in its simplicity

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Lakshmi -Celebrations said…
love these flowers,love the lines...
lovely name..
love the whole page full of flowers
April 14, 2010 at 10:35 AM
pink dogwood said…
Thank you Lakshmi - I love these flowers so much that I think I was a dogwood in my previous life :)
April 14, 2010 at 10:56 AM
Rosaria Williams said…
Oh, I must plant dogwood! I hope they grow well here.
April 14, 2010 at 1:38 PM
karen said…
They are absolutely beautiful!Maybe you were a dogwood - lucky you :)
April 15, 2010 at 2:00 AM
aMus said…
i remember onec asking you what a pink dogwood is!

those flowers are pretty, and i love the lines too!
April 15, 2010 at 3:19 AM
Dianne said…
beautiful poem
I love dogwood, they are so classic and beautiful
April 15, 2010 at 3:26 PM
Indian Home Maker said…
Lovely lines!! Beautiful flowers!!

Maybe you really were dogwood in your last life!
April 15, 2010 at 8:38 PM
Dorothy said…
I love those flowers and the smell...beautiful pictures..

Dorothy from grammology
grammology.com
April 16, 2010 at 5:43 PM
ArtPropelled said…
... gentle and unassuming .... beautiful words and beautiful blossoms.
April 18, 2010 at 2:54 AM
Deb said…
Every time I see a beautiful flowering dogwood I think of you, my blogging friend who happens to be a creative poet!
April 22, 2010 at 7:55 PM
Bobkat said…
Bravo! I love the simplicity of that poem and the photo is wonderful.
April 26, 2010 at 5:38 AM
destinednomad said…
simple, subtle and sublime post. loved it!
April 26, 2010 at 7:36 AM
Sue said…
Your poem is beautiful! And the photo as well! :D
April 26, 2010 at 12:38 PM
delhidreams said…
pretty - both the image and the sentiment :)
glad to have found it.
April 28, 2010 at 6:34 AM
Anonymous said…
was waiting for when the bloom will come alive on the blog...and the lines -- perfect
April 30, 2010 at 4:04 PM
Snowbrush said…
Dogwoods quiet? Perhaps you speak of yourself. I think of dogwoods as being among the loudest for forest trees, at least.
May 10, 2010 at 3:28 AM
Anil P said…
Loved the verse. They sure look gentle. An maybe they whisper to each other in a language bees understand. :-)
May 17, 2010 at 6:11 AM
Val said…
just so beautiful! thanks
May 20, 2010 at 12:34 AM
Delwyn said…
Hi Pinky

I didn't know this tree until I met it on one of my spring visits in New Zealand. It is a beauty, as is your prose beautiful to match the topic and the blog name

Happy days
May 25, 2010 at 7:52 PM
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