The Willow

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  • Sadness

    The Willow

    The willow sways
    from side to side,
    weeping for
    the days gone by.

    Lonliness
    grows in her leaves,
    but no one knows
    of her true needs.

    She doth speak,
    but no one hears...
    oh how her branches
    cry out her fears

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    kaddeesh commented on The Willow

    09-17-2009

    I feel the sadness of this piece yet I also sense a subtle dignity and majesty inherent in the Willow. Well done!

    litilraven

    09/18/2009

    Thank you. there's actually a stanza missing, and it wouldn't let me edit it...no matter. It was written for my Mother, who, in the middle of a divorce from my Father, emotionally fell apart when he had to rip her favorite willow out of the ground because it was ruining his ceptic system - she took that as the death of her marriage at the time. Funny how some things spark the need to write!

    Poetry comes nearer to vital truth than history.

    Plato (BC 427-BC 347) Greek philosopher.

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