The Willow Tree

Sadness beneath towering beauty.

The willow tree, it stands
 on a cruel and heartless land.
The love it has loved,
the dreams it has dreamed,.
Dead beauty,
beneath a towering sorrow.
In it’s shadow,
love’s corpse lies.
The lives it has lived,
counted by mis-shapened rings.
It’s roots twisting deep
to quench it’s insatiable thirst.
Deeper still, yet what it seeks
remains unfound.
The willow tree, it stands
and it weeps.
The tears it has cried
fall un-witnessed.
Standing, loving, dying, fighting for life,
thirsting, seeking, weeping, tears falling.
In a cruel and heartless land,
the willow tree I am.

Reviews

[An Ordinary Woman]

This is beautiful, Chiquita. It is elegantly written but its so powerful and painful, yet a delight to read. Much truth in this poem ... I can relate as I am sure so can the masses.

Standing, loving, dying, fighting for life,
thirsting, seeking, weeping, tears falling.
In a cruel and heartless land,
the willow tree I am.

well done my friend.
thank you and have a wonderful weekend!

[BrightEyes]

Willow trees always seem especially sad; I like the metaphor here. This work speaks of longing and searching; yet not finding what you need. Tragic and sad but beautifully conveyed. Nice job.

[TL Boehm]

piognant...willows are beautiful meloncholy trees and a perfect metaphor for pain. I really loved this - even if it is sad.

[Silvia - Scribo, Ergo S..]

I quite love this ... almost a mystical flow to it ... This spring, I lost an old weeping willow to the storm ... I wept myself over it. xxx