»
Archives
»
Open Poetry #27
»
Willow Tree
| Open Poetry #27 |
|
Willow Tree |
|
|
Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa 
|
On the banks of a river silent and forlorn a lone and lonely willow tree bends its leaves to ground in homage to an unknown Lord it’s not allowed to see. It seems to cry as dew decides to slide under the sand and filter underground the beauty of its kiss sent briefly to enhance the tree’s sad and doleful look. Back and forth its leaves do sway searching for its soul amongst the weeds and pebbled stones placed around its base whilst dust of all its hopes and dreams circle then take flight into the atmosphere far from the roots of trust. The sun beats down harsh and stark the true reality of life on earth the way it is for every living being and the willow in its sorrow bends yet further down to ground. There is no strong and mighty force within to change its shape or alter the design of how it’s made inside so forever it is destined to portray to mortal man the sadness of existence far from the holy land. Foundations of its worth in roots under the earth meander and traverse the territory of dirt like soldiers sent to scout for a better way of life. They spread themselves far from home but gather only junk sent back to useless lie in dirty old trunks like gold and silver sovereigns sealed up in money banks. It feels at last a cool release when sun sinks in the west but when darkness falls to land and moon holds out her hand echoes of its deep heartache rumble in the clouds for it cannot free itself from the grip of worldly sand and grow again a better way in a better land. Then from the clouds tears fall as rain and wash the memory out from the storehouse of its branches that once were free of pain and it bends and it bends and suffers to the end the fate of you and I here on the earthly plane. And so the weeping willow tree - a symbol of belief for still it grows and keeps vigil for newborn living souls who too will cry one day and seek to break the hold of sand around their feet that keeps them bound and weak. Like the willow tree I bend and pay homage to a king but the tears that I cry come not from sky blue eyes but from deep within my soul that longs to go back home – a home I can’t remember yet somehow know it’s there and I wait like the willow silent on a river bank. Helen |
||
| © Copyright 2003 Helen - All Rights Reserved | |||
Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
A masterpiece, filled with incredible nature imagery tied to the human spirit questing a connection with the highest power. I'll be keeping this in my library. Thank you for sharing this beauty. |
||
|
Jennis#1 Member
since 2003-07-08
Posts 112IL, Usa |
This is a masterpiece. I got a message form the poem. Keep on posting. You have real talent.  |
||
|
icebox Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 4383in the shadows |
Beautiful. You took me right away from the bunched up brow thoughts that were giving me a headache. Thank you. |
||
|
Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Hellen, you, my dear, are a poetess! Totally captivating! Sheer poetic magic!  Warm hugs, EA |
||
|
Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Midnitesun - The highest power - yes, indeed, for that is where the words come from. Thank you for reading. Jennis - Thanks! I'm glad you got a message because, I guess, that's really the intent of "poetry". My dear Icebox, I know all about "headaches" and how long they take to fade into the background. Eventually the only thing to do is to get through this life as best we can. Thank you for reading. Earth Angel - poetess? Me? I don't think so but it is nice to have someone say so. Thank you! |
||
|
|
⇧ top of page ⇧ |
|
| All times are ET (US). All dates are in Year-Month-Day format. | ||
