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Will Dockery
2017-12-05 23:35:42 UTC
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Deep Blue Sassafras

You never left
as another day passes.

Your love
my love
continues.

You sleep
or you wander,
depending on the chosen myth.

But those
deep blue flowers in a box
the color of your eyes.

The deep blue flowers
I found blooming
in the lumber yard.


I brought them to you
that summer morning in 1982.

The flowers
that smelled like sassafras.

Like you,
never leave my thoughts
day in, day out.

-Will Dockery
drive-by
2017-12-05 23:40:44 UTC
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Deep Blue Sassafras
You never left
as another day passes.
Your love
my love
continues.
You sleep
or you wander,
depending on the chosen myth.
But those
deep blue flowers in a box
the color of your eyes.
The deep blue flowers
I found blooming
in the lumber yard.
I brought them to you
that summer morning in 1982.
The flowers
that smelled like sassafras.
Like you,
never leave my thoughts
day in, day out.
-Will Dockery
Short sweet to the point..well written
Will Dockery
2017-12-06 00:16:08 UTC
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Deep Blue Sassafras
You never left
as another day passes.
Your love
my love
continues.
You sleep
or you wander,
depending on the chosen myth.
But those
deep blue flowers in a box
the color of your eyes.
The deep blue flowers
I found blooming
in the lumber yard.
I brought them to you
that summer morning in 1982.
The flowers
that smelled like sassafras.
Like you,
never leave my thoughts
day in, day out.
-Will Dockery
Short sweet to the point..well written
Thanks for reading, Jim...

I thought Google had lost this one, and started writing a poem about that... scrapped that idea.

:)
drive-by
2017-12-06 00:18:03 UTC
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Deep Blue Sassafras
You never left
as another day passes.
Your love
my love
continues.
You sleep
or you wander,
depending on the chosen myth.
But those
deep blue flowers in a box
the color of your eyes.
The deep blue flowers
I found blooming
in the lumber yard.
I brought them to you
that summer morning in 1982.
The flowers
that smelled like sassafras.
Like you,
never leave my thoughts
day in, day out.
-Will Dockery
Short sweet to the point..well written
Thanks for reading, Jim...
I thought Google had lost this one, and started writing a poem about that... scrapped that idea.
:)
It read as though it rolled off with one thought...I like those that were meant to be written...
Will Dockery
2017-12-07 00:04:33 UTC
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Deep Blue Sassafras
You never left
as another day passes.
Your love
my love
continues.
You sleep
or you wander,
depending on the chosen myth.
But those
deep blue flowers in a box
the color of your eyes.
The deep blue flowers
I found blooming
in the lumber yard.
I brought them to you
that summer morning in 1982.
The flowers
that smelled like sassafras.
Like you,
never leave my thoughts
day in, day out.
-Will Dockery
Short sweet to the point..well written
Thanks for reading, Jim...
I thought Google had lost this one, and started writing a poem about
that... scrapped that idea.
:)
It read as though it rolled off with one thought...I like those that were
meant to be written...

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Thanks Jim, at least my work isn't a total wash out for you...
drive-by
2017-12-07 00:10:51 UTC
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Deep Blue Sassafras
You never left
as another day passes.
Your love
my love
continues.
You sleep
or you wander,
depending on the chosen myth.
But those
deep blue flowers in a box
the color of your eyes.
The deep blue flowers
I found blooming
in the lumber yard.
I brought them to you
that summer morning in 1982.
The flowers
that smelled like sassafras.
Like you,
never leave my thoughts
day in, day out.
-Will Dockery
Short sweet to the point..well written
Thanks for reading, Jim...
I thought Google had lost this one, and started writing a poem about
that... scrapped that idea.
:)
It read as though it rolled off with one thought...I like those that were
meant to be written...
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Thanks Jim, at least my work isn't a total wash out for you...
when it's good, it's good..and I say so
Will Dockery
2017-12-08 22:29:49 UTC
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Deep Blue Sassafras
You never left
as another day passes.
Your love
my love
continues.
You sleep
or you wander,
depending on the chosen myth.
But those
deep blue flowers in a box
the color of your eyes.
The deep blue flowers
I found blooming
in the lumber yard.
I brought them to you
that summer morning in 1982.
The flowers
that smelled like sassafras.
Like you,
never leave my thoughts
day in, day out.
-Will Dockery
Short sweet to the point..well written
Thanks for reading, Jim...
I thought Google had lost this one, and started writing a poem about
that... scrapped that idea.
:)
It read as though it rolled off with one thought...I like those that were
meant to be written...

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I read this one on the Tavern stage last night for the Songwriter's Guild,
with just a simple acoustic guitar strum. The simplicity was a nice change
of pace, and the audience seemed to dig it, Apple Montage, and a few other
of my recent poems.
Will Dockery
2017-12-08 14:59:01 UTC
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Nice lament.
Thanks for reading and the comment, Corey.
Will Dockery
2017-12-10 22:45:40 UTC
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Nice lament.
How so?
h***@gmail.com
2017-12-10 22:56:26 UTC
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How so what?
Will Dockery
2017-12-10 23:20:58 UTC
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How so what?
How is this poem [a lament], or 'nice',
and how is its message [a lament]?
How, if you read it at least once or twice,
have you totally misunderstood?
Or if you have't misunderstood, can you explain?

Thanks in advance, Corey.

:)
h***@gmail.com
2017-12-10 23:25:07 UTC
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I can't explain why you took my verse
from another thread, changed a word
or two, and reposted it in this thread.
Can you explain why you did that?
Will Dockery
2017-12-10 23:52:15 UTC
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I can't explain
You never can, so that's no surprise, Corey.

:)
h***@gmail.com
2017-12-11 00:01:04 UTC
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Why post edit? Why not just explain,
and discuss your poem like an adult?
A nice lament is a good cry, and that
is how your poem reads, like a grown
man crying about his past failures.
h***@gmail.com
2017-12-05 23:42:57 UTC
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Nice lament.
Will Dockery
2017-12-06 00:47:43 UTC
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Thanks for reading and commenting, Corey, although your post has been deleted.

😀
h***@gmail.com
2017-12-06 00:51:07 UTC
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You had your chance.
Will Dockery
2017-12-07 21:46:57 UTC
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Thanks for reading and commenting, Corey, although your post has been deleted.
😀
Meaning I did see your post but you deleted it too quickly for me to reply, Corey.

Thanks, very to-the-point take on this poem from you.

Appreciated.
Will Dockery
2017-12-06 00:54:35 UTC
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I'll look for it on Narkive.org later.

😀
Will Dockery
2017-12-06 03:48:56 UTC
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Thanks again for reading and commenting, folks.

😀
f***@gmail.com
2017-12-06 07:30:42 UTC
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Great! I loved it.
Will Dockery
2017-12-07 22:12:08 UTC
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Post by f***@gmail.com
Great! I loved it.
Thank you for reading and commenting, Fui.

:)
Will Dockery
2017-12-11 00:23:51 UTC
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A nice lament is a good cry, and that
is how your poem reads, like a grown
man crying about his past failures.
Thanks, Corey, I knew you had it in you to make a worthwhile post.

Now, the original poem, which you snipped:

Deep Blue Sassafras

You never left
as another day passes.

Your love
my love
continues.

You sleep
or you wander,
depending on the chosen myth.

But those
deep blue flowers in a box
the color of your eyes.

The deep blue flowers
I found blooming
in the lumber yard.

I brought them to you
that summer morning in 1982.

The flowers
that smelled like sassafras.

Like you,
never leave my thoughts
day in, day out.

-Will Dockery

:)
h***@gmail.com
2017-12-11 00:32:55 UTC
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You're welcome.
h***@gmail.com
2017-12-11 22:37:10 UTC
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As I recall, and you can correct me if I'm wrong,
but you promised to make a comment on one of
my poems if I commented on yours. I'm waiting.
Will Dockery
2017-12-11 22:56:01 UTC
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As I recall, and you can correct me if I'm wrong,
but you promised to make a comment on one of
my poems if I commented on yours. I'm waiting.
I did comment on your recent poem, "If I Failed", which I think is one of your best poems.

That's the poem of yours I've chosen to comment on and discuss.

If you'd like to repost "If I Failed", we can continue, if your interest is sincere.

:)
h***@gmail.com
2017-12-11 22:59:56 UTC
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Yes, I saw your comment, and if that's the
best you can do, that's the best you can do.
No worries. I wasn't expecting much anyway.
Will Dockery
2017-12-11 23:03:14 UTC
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Likewise, of course, as always, Corey.

😀
Robert Burrows
2017-12-11 02:14:00 UTC
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Really like this one, Will.

Please forgive the edit...


another day passes
as if you never left

our love continues
You sleep or you wander


depending upon
the chosen myth

but those deep blue
flowers in a box


those deep blue flowers
the color of your eyes


those deep blue flowers
that I found blooming


in the lumber yard
and brought to you


that summer morning
in 1982

those flowers
that smelled like sassafras.

like you they never
leave my thoughts


day in, day out
Robert Burrows
2017-12-11 02:52:17 UTC
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Really like this one, Will.
Please forgive the edit...


another day passes
as if you never left

our love continues
you sleep or you wander

depending upon
the chosen myth

but those deep blue
flowers in a box

those deep blue flowers
the color of your eyes

those deep blue flowers
that I found blooming

in the lumber yard
and brought to you

that summer morning
in 1982

those flowers
that smelled like sassafras

like you they never
leave my thoughts

day in, day out
Herold Bopkins
2017-12-11 09:05:31 UTC
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Post by Robert Burrows
Really like this one, Will.
Please forgive the edit...
Yes, it’s getting close to what one would call English.
Thanks for fixing (somewhat) the broken prose.
Post by Robert Burrows
Another day passes as if
you never left
our love continues,
Post by Robert Burrows
you sleep, or you wander
depending upon
the chosen myth;
but those deep blue
flowers in a box,
those deep blue flowers wear
the color of your eyes,
those deep blue flowers that I found
blooming in the lumber yard,
Post by Robert Burrows
I brought to you
that summer morning
in ‘82,
those flowers bloomed as fresh
that newly cut wood
Post by Robert Burrows
and smelled as sweet as sassafras,
reminding why
Post by Robert Burrows
you never leave
my thoughts
day in, day out.
Will Dockery
2017-12-13 23:49:23 UTC
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Yes, it’s getting close to what one would call English.
Thanks for reading and commenting, Mr. Bopkins.
Post by Herold Bopkins
Post by Robert Burrows
Another day passes as if
you never left
our love continues,
Post by Robert Burrows
you sleep, or you wander
depending upon
the chosen myth;
but those deep blue
flowers in a box,
those deep blue flowers wear
the color of your eyes,
those deep blue flowers that I found
blooming in the lumber yard,
Post by Robert Burrows
I brought to you
that summer morning
in ‘82,
those flowers bloomed as fresh
that newly cut wood
Post by Robert Burrows
and smelled as sweet as sassafras,
reminding why
Post by Robert Burrows
you never leave
my thoughts
day in, day out.
-Will Dockery
Will Dockery
2017-12-15 00:00:49 UTC
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Post by Herold Bopkins
Yes, it’s getting close to what one would call English.
Mr. Bopkins... the name sounds familiar...
Post by Herold Bopkins
Post by Robert Burrows
Another day passes as if
you never left
our love continues,
Post by Robert Burrows
you sleep, or you wander
depending upon
the chosen myth;
but those deep blue
flowers in a box,
those deep blue flowers wear
the color of your eyes,
those deep blue flowers that I found
blooming in the lumber yard,
Post by Robert Burrows
I brought to you
that summer morning
in ‘82,
those flowers bloomed as fresh
that newly cut wood
Post by Robert Burrows
and smelled as sweet as sassafras,
reminding why
Post by Robert Burrows
you never leave
my thoughts
day in, day out.
-Will Dockery
Welcome to the group, H.B.

:)
Will Dockery
2017-12-11 13:12:26 UTC
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Really like this one, Will.
Please forgive the edit...
another day passes
as if you never left
our love continues
you sleep or you wander
depending upon
the chosen myth
but those deep blue
flowers in a box
those deep blue flowers
the color of your eyes
those deep blue flowers
that I found blooming
in the lumber yard
and brought to you
that summer morning
in 1982
those flowers
that smelled like sassafras
like you they never
leave my thoughts
day in, day out
This looks smooth, Robert, I'll have a coffee now and compare it to the original for details.

Thanks again for tossing the S.S. topic to me, I have two-three possible ideas, and will float one out, soon...
Will Dockery
2017-12-11 04:44:28 UTC
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Thanks for read, Robert.

Your edit looks good.
Herold Bopkins
2017-12-11 08:52:37 UTC
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Deep Blue Sassafras
Suffering Succotash!
Lady, your bloomers are showing!!
Big and blue as Xmas balls
are shining,
my love for you is growing,
are those blue bloomers falling?

H.M.B.
Post by Will Dockery
You never left
as another day passes.
Your love
my love
continues.
You sleep
or you wander,
depending on the chosen myth.
But those
deep blue flowers in a box
the color of your eyes.
The deep blue flowers
I found blooming
in the lumber yard.
I brought them to you
that summer morning in 1982.
The flowers
that smelled like sassafras.
Like you,
never leave my thoughts
day in, day out.
-Will Dockery
Will Dockery
2017-12-11 22:05:32 UTC
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Herold, you seem like you'll be an interesting addition to the group.

Welcome to the fray.

😀
t***@outlook.com
2017-12-21 16:59:55 UTC
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Very sweet
Will Dockery
2017-12-21 17:42:15 UTC
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Very sweet
Thank you, Travis.

I love your songwriting, as well.

😀
Will Dockery
2017-12-21 19:30:50 UTC
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Post by t***@outlook.com
Very sweet
Thank you, Travis.
I love your songwriting and, even more, your performance, as well.
Check out some samples of the songwriting of Travis McCrackin:

https://www.reverbnation.com/travismccrackin

About the Artist
"I'm Travis! I enjoy playing and writing music and I figured I might as well put some of it out there, enjoy!"

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