Thursday, May 18, 2017

Fallen Willow's Final Tears



Oh, sweet willow, I hear your song
sparrows and blue jays sing along
weeping by your side, time to mourn
uprooted your sturdy trunk torn

along the shore where you belong
oh, sweet willow, I hear your song
enchantment was your wondrous gift
teaching love and loss, my mind drifts

fallen, spirits have lost their home
among constellations they roam
oh, sweet willow, I hear your song
your limbs, drumsticks beating strong

ancient guardian, thousands of tears
wept for mankind over the years
two red winged blackbirds sing along
oh, sweet willow, I hear your song


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20 comments:

  1. This is a beautiful threnody. I too lament for fallen trees.

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  2. Wonderfully woven magic. (you know a willow was very important to Arlene and me) So thank you

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  3. I'm really sorry about that beautiful willow's fall. I know what it meant to you.

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  4. Poor sweet willow. Beautiful dirge, it is easy to feel your loss

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  5. Strong message & form. We had a willow by our back gate,but we tired of its weeping & whining,& had it removed.Now int stands in another yard up the street, yelling at us as we drive by

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  6. We both were thinking of the trees today. Your poem is as beautiful as the willow's song.

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  7. The sadness of willows, they age and they die... I hope there will be another willow growing,

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  8. Wonderful - I have two willows in my garden and love them very much.

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  9. Hi Truedessa - love poem ... beautifully brought nature into our world. We need to keep more fallen trees ... as long as they came down naturally ... as our Spotted Woodpeckers find it easier to create their nests in the fallen and dead trees ... but I love willows ... and new ones are easy to grow .... cheers Hilary

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  10. fallen, spirits have lost their home
    among constellations they roam

    One cannot imagine how so many may depend on it and now it finds itself struggling just to survive.


    Hank

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  11. ...and a sweet song it is! Thanks.

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  12. I enjoyed the sound in your poem to the uprooted willow.

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  13. Sad end for your tree, yet a song celebrating gifts of the willow's life.

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  14. Weeping for the willow. Well penned.

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  15. I love the refrain of the quatrain: Oh, sweet willow, I hear your song ~ Sadly beautiful poem ~

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  16. Wonderful post here. Thanks for this post.

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  17. Hey True,

    Weeping willow
    I think I know
    Calls your name
    In gentle refrain.

    Nice poetry
    From thee.

    Gary, Gary, nary contrary.

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  18. Sorry for your loss. I have a willow tree, planted in memory of one from my childhood. Found out my brothers and sisters also loved that old willow tree. Not long after my brother died a branch was hit by lightening - the biggest and strongest branch. . . Although the willow is still standing - that limb, what's left of it is still bare.
    Lovely poem, thank you!

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  19. What beautiful words for your sadness!!! I am so sorry!

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