Written for: Poets and Storytellers United
Weekly Scribblings #63: Trees (posted by Rommy)
"Use the word "tree" as a seed for your word art."
Why does this tree
weep? All the sorrows
in the world seem to have
gathered on the willow,
and bent its back. Reflection
in a lake is one of sprawled
hanging branches, as if
the tree lived in a state
I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York.
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Fascinating to think of willows as confused, all those hanging branches moving this way, that way ~~~
I don’t see the willow as weeping or confused, but gentle and gracious, loving and dignified. An unusual view, I know – probably because I spent so much of my childhood looking at a willow from inside and underneath!
That’s true. You see it from all angles. I have not had much time with willows.
I pictured this crystal clear – perfect imagery.
I wonder why it is called weeping willow, too. I see her more the way Rosemary does but then I also had sweet memories of a willow. I do love your take on the willow.
Thanks, Debi! Sweet memories are precious.
Entering a canopy of a weeping willow is like walking through a curtain into the backstage of a play. Another world.
Thank you for sharing this verse of my wife’s favorite tree
Your description is wonderful. You are quite welcome.
Strange. I don’t see the willow as confused at all, but a nurturing umbrella, caring for those who take refuge. The eye of the beholder, I guess!!
No, I just felt like being strange.
I miss the willows in my neighborhood. They were so beautiful, especially on windy days.
Must have been mesmerizing to watch.
I love this, the visual is one thing, and the deeper meaning too, wonderful.
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Very welcome Sara.