Weeping Willow

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    Weeping Willow

     Why do you cry for me?
    Do you think I cannot see?
    Why do you weep for me?
    Do you think I cannot Be?

    Why don't you sing or scream for me from amongst your tree?
    Why don't you shake and shimmer for me?
    Why do you cry for Me?

    Do you think I am not Free?
    Do you think I will not Be?

    Why do you weep for me?
    Instead you could count the sheep for me.
    Why don't you think for me from amongst your tree?

    Why don't you open your heart for me and let your love flow through your great roots...
    Instead you weep, letting the tears fall down your branches and shoot. . .
    Why do cry for me?
    Do you think I cannot See?
    Why do you Weep for Me?
    Do you think I cannot Be?

    Instead sleep for me,
    in the comfort of your dirt.
    PRAY for me hide me beneath your skirt...
    Laugh with me, let me flirt...
    Don't weep for me, even though you are a Weeping Willow...
    Sing, dance, and sleep for me amongst your great big pillow.

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    Sx9 commented on Weeping Willow

    12-03-2010

    yes sometimes we do all these things and still,it never enough,for your soul longed for comfort and tears will only come in fear of pain,so yes we see your vibes and it is good,,
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    cagle64 commented on Weeping Willow

    06-23-2009

    I was entrenced with this and felt it all the way through
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    Ness

    06/23/2009

    Cagle64, Thank you so much. I am honored to have such an amazing compliment. Best, Ness

    wagus commented on Weeping Willow

    06-21-2009

    Sadness looking for that happy place seems to come only in death or is death but a birth into a new place... where we still live.... new dreams... One thing TREE is the hole not a part so among the hole to me don't fit.. feels more a part of TREE like leaves limbs... just my feel on it... since ya ran that twice it got me if had once might have gone by.. Still enjoyed read well done....
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    Ness

    06/21/2009

    Wagus, Thank you for your insight. That is a great point that I hadn't fully considered. Cheers, Ness

    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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