The Willow

We stand beneath our Willow Tree,

Just my love and me,

Holding hands with loving hearts;

And dream of things to be.

 

Our child plays beneath the tree,

Shaded from the sun,

Her laughter fills the air with joy;

Our lives have just begun.

 

I weep beneath my Willow Tree,

Just my child and I

With aching heart and falling tears;

Tis for my love I cry.

 

He lies beaneath this Willow Tree,

A victim of the war,

We'll never dream our dreams;

Beneath the Willow anymore.

 

I sit beneath the Willow Tree,

Just my thoughts and me,

Dreaming dreams of by-gone days;

And things not meant to be.

 

 

Reviews

[jen -- JG]

A beautiful poem that prickled the hair on the back of my neck.

This only happens when something reaches into my soul - or when my ghostly vistitors pop by to say hello.

You reached something in my soul with this one.

Simple - straight forward - hearfelt - The Willow holds the life story of a couple- Young love ... true love... lost love... and final acceptance - memories of love...

well done lovely lady - well done.

jen-JG

[Michael X]

Norma, you have a way of bring the reader to another time and place with the opening sentence, sharp in imagery and lush colorful projection, as well as entwining a sense of romatice picnic day, that in ways breezes across the readers heart, weaving a

sense of dream love wrapped in the warm embrace of passion as well as creative prose in effort, the effects are blissful, captivating the moment, "the wilow", beautifully crafted as well as designed, prose scribed with easeful flow, one can envision

a family spending the day at a park, in peaceful ways this creates aportrait image in the mind of a perfect day under the sun, warm grass, cool winds blossoming, then
the realities of war hit, a mother weeps for her child, that is touching and in many

ways your words speak metaphorically in the broader scope in the way society
fails to see what failed policy such a violence does to a people and nation,
a powerful emotional connection, wonderful work, thanks for sharing such a nice piece.
Take Care,

Favorite Stanza,

I weep beneath my Willow Tree,

Just my child and I

With aching heart and falling tears;

Tis for my love I cry.

[Laura E. Aranda]

The years pass and are marked by the aging weeping willow. I like the idea and all. Good luck in the contest! Cheers, lea

[BrightEyes]

willow trees seem sad just by their nature - I loved how you created the cycle as it related to the tree here - a very touching and tragic poem.

[Antony]

a dreamy remembrance of something so beautiful, yet it has a finality to it, that is so sad. Your flowing words always touch my heart with sincere respect.
Tony

[vanishing]

I love this writing
its purely heart touching norma
to ponder a lost love
under the willow treee
beautifully sad-perfect
soul bound imagery
exquisitely surrendered
truly

[J. James Reider]

so heartwrenching yet so lovely... I love the way you utilized rhyme, such a dying art if I may say so... the willow tree sets the tone for the whole piece... you get the image of a weeping willow... I had one in my own backyard growing up... so beautiful, and all the young lives wrapped up in this piece... Great work!

This is a beautiful piece of poetry! I thought you captured a life time in such a great poetic way! I could picture a huge willow tree with a woman crying under it. Great work.

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This is beautiful! I loved how you expressed your self. I think the flow was great. I thought it unique how you did a life time in five stanzas! Very good.

[Le' Pugh']

This is a beautiful haunting poem.

War, even though sometimes necessary, is always filled with stories of heartbreak and pain. You've done an incredible job of relaying that here.

Bear

[AK]

This is beautifully written, truly. Sad and lonely, but beautiful.