Weeping Willow

Weeping Willow

A Poem by Helena
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A meloncholy write..pure fantasy.

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Weeping Willow

Straining to catch sunlight
the willow weeps

along the riverbank of longing
I no longer feel warm

my eyes see sorrow all around
the birds have ceased their twittering 


my days are closing in
the night beckoning with a moonless sky,

the stars blink back tears

lay me beneath the magnolia tree
where I shall see my beloved mountain

plant buttercups for my head
moss to rest my feet

in my hands place a lily
on my heart a rose ~


(c) Helen M Crutchett (All rights reserved)

© 2023 Helena


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Helena
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so melancholy yet there is a sense of serenity in the use of Nature .. i would lay me self down in such a place ... with the mountain in view .. soft moss and lillys ... but the rose on her heart is killer .. a pain, in reading .. i don't want to feel ;) so well done says i .. i enjoyed the mix of rhythms and taste of rhyme .. love the pic and weeping willows are always a plus in my book .. thanks for sharing Ms. Helena!
E.

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Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Wow. The imagery here is so beautiful and yet so sad. Nicely done. ~Jim

Posted 2 Months Ago


Sadly beautiful. This poem reads like a whisper. Very somber but bright in its essence.

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

So beautiful dear Helena. I adore the weeping willow tree. I enjoyed the flow of thoughts and you allowed the reader to fall into your words. Thank you dear friend for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

The willows along the banks of the Murray, were gorgeous, but, sadly they are causing so much damage, that the water supply is beconing a problem. Could your poem be their epitaph?

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Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

There are a lot of teenage angsty death imagery poems floating around but not one of those hacks could produce "the stars blink back tears" or "moss to rest my feet". You paint with words.

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Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

the last stanza reminds me of what Ophelia said to Gertrude when she was singing the little song to her about her slain father."at his head the grass green tufts..we weep like the willow when we lose those we love...and we search for roses, for something to believe in again.
I love the allegory here...and this poem reminds me of the beautiful willow we had in our backyard in Lockport...Our neighbor gave us a stick from his tree...we planted it. His tree died, ours grew huge and up over his garage....he was none too happy.
j.

This review was written for a previous version of this writing

Posted 3 Years Ago


so melancholy yet there is a sense of serenity in the use of Nature .. i would lay me self down in such a place ... with the mountain in view .. soft moss and lillys ... but the rose on her heart is killer .. a pain, in reading .. i don't want to feel ;) so well done says i .. i enjoyed the mix of rhythms and taste of rhyme .. love the pic and weeping willows are always a plus in my book .. thanks for sharing Ms. Helena!
E.

This review was written for a previous version of this writing

Posted 3 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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