The weeping willow

The weeping willow

A Poem by Coyote Poetry
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Just words

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                        The weeping willow

Once we held love over all things. Love was holy and you were a blessing and a gift.

Now like sleeping flower in the Winter. My feeble heart had forgotten the days and night of bliss and passion filled nights.

In a deadly silence, I do pray. I pray for the sleeping flower to come alive again.

"We Poets in our youth begin with gladness, but there of in the end despondency and madness"  Wordworth

Now bereft memory seek things disappeared in the lost and found.

Maybe love support  to die?

Whence love came will love fall, once whispered a ancient Poet.

I sit by the weeping willow, praying to Lake St. Clair for understanding.

Now blind thoughts leave the heart bleeding . Maybe forbidden love is the foretold place for the yearning heart.

I told the weeping willow. Love alive is better than love dead.

Maybe we need private dances and secret kisses?

I asked the weeping willow tree. Who is wrong and who is wrong?

Can lost love be rebirth in the Spring?

I know take two to tangle and one to forget love.

The rain begin to fall softly on Lake St. Clair and old Poet cried and die with the gentle rain.

                              John Castellenas/Coyote





© 2017 Coyote Poetry



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I enjoyed this pairing and what it means through your words!
Bravo to you for sharing it.

Here is how I read it:
The weeping willow

Once we held love over all things. Love was holy and you were a blessing and a gift.

Now like sleeping flower in the Winter. My feeble heart had forgotten the days and night of bliss and passion filled nights.

In a deadly silence, I do pray. I pray for the sleeping flower to come alive again.

"We Poets in our youth begin with gladness, but there of in the end despondency and madness" Wordsworth

Now bereft memory seeks things disappeared in the lost and found.

Maybe love support to die?

Whence love came will love fall, once whispered an ancient Poet.

I sit by the weeping willow, praying to Lake St. Clair for understanding.

Now blind thoughts leave the heart bleeding. Maybe forbidden love is the foretold place for the yearning heart.

I told the weeping willow. Love alive is better than love dead.

Maybe we need private dances and secret kisses?

I asked the weeping willow tree. Who is wrong and who is wrong?

Can lost love be a rebirth in the Spring?

I know it takes two to tangle and one to forget love.

The rain begins to fall softly on Lake St. Clair and old Poet cried and die with the gentle rain.

Is this correct? Just asking for reference.

Posted 5 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

5 Months Ago

Yes it is. Thank you for reading and the comment.
Josie E. Cook M. A.

5 Months Ago

:)
Always enjoy your work!



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I enjoyed this poem grieving lost love and hoping to bring it back to life.
Life can be sad sometimes and this poem captures one of those moments of sadness amidst the beauty of the world. It was a great read for me.

Posted 4 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

4 Months Ago

Thank you for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.
This echoes so deeply in all our hearts...we wish to relive and revive our lost loves, we hope for a celestial intervention that would rekindle life into those dead winter flowers...
Very beautifully expressed, my friend!!

Posted 4 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

4 Months Ago

Thank you dear friend for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.
I feel exactly what you're describing here . . . my younger days were so filled with love & affection & exuberance that I took for granted, but nowadays, I can only look back & think so many of these things you describe so well. Your description of sitting on the shore of lake by willow is excellent & brings similar ideas of how my "thinking" process happens. Such well-expressed & relatable words! (((HUGS)))

Posted 5 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

5 Months Ago

You are right dear friend. When we are young. We are fearless. Thank you for reading and the comment.. read more
We poets tend to feel deeper than the average person. That is how we get our feelings conveyed to others with words alone.
As we grow older we hold more emotions for we have lived more. Lost love is always a great write and sometimes those questions can not be answered but for a few seconds it is splendid to revel in the memory.

Posted 5 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

5 Months Ago

You are right my friend. A poet's love. Alive forever in words. Thank you for reading and the commen.. read more
Poetic Beauty

5 Months Ago

It was a stunning poem about that love that may have gotten away.
I enjoyed this pairing and what it means through your words!
Bravo to you for sharing it.

Here is how I read it:
The weeping willow

Once we held love over all things. Love was holy and you were a blessing and a gift.

Now like sleeping flower in the Winter. My feeble heart had forgotten the days and night of bliss and passion filled nights.

In a deadly silence, I do pray. I pray for the sleeping flower to come alive again.

"We Poets in our youth begin with gladness, but there of in the end despondency and madness" Wordsworth

Now bereft memory seeks things disappeared in the lost and found.

Maybe love support to die?

Whence love came will love fall, once whispered an ancient Poet.

I sit by the weeping willow, praying to Lake St. Clair for understanding.

Now blind thoughts leave the heart bleeding. Maybe forbidden love is the foretold place for the yearning heart.

I told the weeping willow. Love alive is better than love dead.

Maybe we need private dances and secret kisses?

I asked the weeping willow tree. Who is wrong and who is wrong?

Can lost love be a rebirth in the Spring?

I know it takes two to tangle and one to forget love.

The rain begins to fall softly on Lake St. Clair and old Poet cried and die with the gentle rain.

Is this correct? Just asking for reference.

Posted 5 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

5 Months Ago

Yes it is. Thank you for reading and the comment.
Josie E. Cook M. A.

5 Months Ago

:)
Always enjoy your work!
Love the words,beautifully spoken;-}

Posted 5 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

5 Months Ago

Thank you my friend for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.
Deeply emotional write, John....can lost love come alive again? In certain instances, it can. When love is forgotten, though, it seems impossible. The imagery of this one is great. Talking to the tree....because the tree tells no tales and yet it comforts you. I enjoyed this one, John. Lydi**

Posted 5 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

5 Months Ago

Thank you Lydia. You are right. Sky,trees, moon and sun. Keep our secrets.
So beautiful and heartbreaking. I really like how you described the end of love as a flower sleeping in winter. I do find there is hope in that statement. That something beautiful will awake again.

Posted 5 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

5 Months Ago

I agree dear Ana. The sleeping flower need to be awaken.
"Love alive is better than love dead." We all need love and without it we are dead inside. Your words are so mystical, wise and spiritual in tnis poem. Great symbolism in "I sit by the Weeping Willow "praying to Lake St. Claire for understanding"...Elegant, lyrical, humble, magnificent.

Posted 5 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

5 Months Ago

Thank you Annette for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.
Words were very deep and I loved the title.
I know take two to tangle and one to forget love. I liked this line the most and the simile in second line. A poem filled with love and passion which expresses the desire to be loved. I truly liked this one.

Posted 5 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

5 Months Ago

Thank you Najam. I do appreciate the comment.
Najam Us Saher

5 Months Ago

You are most welcome ☺

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