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Christine Amaryllis Dollins Poem
Love is a word,
a feeling.
I want love to be a verb.
Copyright © Christine Amaryllis Dollins | Year Posted 2010
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A dizzy spiral
I carry my anger like a rock
under my tongue.
Rosy days of courtship
we clung together like twins.
Our loving a beacon of light
drawing the world into its warmth.
What now?
The illusion is gone,
the light stilled.
Can nothing resurrect that passionate beam?
How has love turned to pain?
We face one another across the breakfast table.
You eat eggs.
I suck on my rock.
Copyright © Christine Amaryllis Dollins | Year Posted 2010
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I heard today about a bomb
that spares the buildings,
cremating only the living flesh within.
Why, in our humanity,
do we not have the bomb that spares the tender flesh?
I heard it was because when boys play at war games
only the dead bodies count.
Copyright © Christine Amaryllis Dollins | Year Posted 2010
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Christine Amaryllis Dollins Poem
Once upon a time
I was your beloved.
Your pretty words flowed over me like balm,
healing my hurting heart.
Then somehow I became the enemy.
And you went off to do the same thing to another fool
How long can love last
when you don't love yourself?
All the words in the world won't mend
a fool's heart.
Copyright © Christine Amaryllis Dollins | Year Posted 2016
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Cover my house in morning glories
The blue one, bright and cosmic against the vivid leaves.
The neighbor said, "They take over everything!"
But, what brighter conqueror?
What more splendid overlord?
Copyright © Christine Amaryllis Dollins | Year Posted 2010
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Christine Amaryllis Dollins Poem
I married a musician.
At first the song was lovely.
I cried at the end.
I should have just bought a guitar.
Copyright © Christine Amaryllis Dollins | Year Posted 2023
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I married two musicians
Because I loved their tune
I should have bought a guitar of my own, long ago.
I should have bought a guitar, it would have been so much less trouble
And there would be no ex, no child, no regrets
My life could have been mine, had I not fallen in love
with someone else's music
Had I played my own song
Copyright © Christine Amaryllis Dollins | Year Posted 2016
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