The weeping willow

Just words

                            

                        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

Author's Note

Just words.

Reviews

[Josie E. Cook M. A.]

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.

[Coyote Poetry]

Yes it is. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Josie E. Cook M. A.]

:)
Always enjoy your work!

[Zugzwang]

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.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Moonie]

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!!

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear friend for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[barleygirl]

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)))

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right dear friend. When we are young. We are fearless. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Poetic Beauty]

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.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right my friend. A poet's love. Alive forever in words. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Poetic Beauty]

It was a stunning poem about that love that may have gotten away.

[Weeping willow]

Love the words,beautifully spoken;-}

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Lydia Shutter]

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**

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Lydia. You are right. Sky,trees, moon and sun. Keep our secrets.

[Ana Papaya]

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.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree dear Ana. The sleeping flower need to be awaken.

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

"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.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Annette for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Najam Us Saher]

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.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Najam. I do appreciate the comment.

[Najam Us Saher]

You are most welcome ☺