Willow

Posted on April 1, 2021 by purplepeninportland 
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
of confusion.

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About purplepeninportland

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. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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17 Responses to Willow

  1. Helen Dehner says:
    April 1, 2021 at 2:11 am

    Fascinating to think of willows as confused, all those hanging branches moving this way, that way ~~~

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  2. Rosemary Nissen-Wade says:
    April 1, 2021 at 6:40 am

    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!

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  3. Brother Ollie says:
    April 1, 2021 at 2:10 pm

    I pictured this crystal clear – perfect imagery.

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  4. poetrybydebi says:
    April 2, 2021 at 12:34 am

    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.

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  5. Joel (@Stranded Tree) says:
    April 2, 2021 at 2:42 am

    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

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  6. Beverly Crawford says:
    April 2, 2021 at 7:31 pm

    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!!

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  7. Kestril Trueseeker says:
    April 2, 2021 at 8:34 pm

    I miss the willows in my neighborhood. They were so beautiful, especially on windy days.

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  8. pvcann says:
    April 3, 2021 at 3:55 am

    I love this, the visual is one thing, and the deeper meaning too, wonderful.

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