Poem -

The willow tree

The willow tree

He walks beside the willow tree
the shade is sure his friend
the road seems long and far away –
will he ever reach the end

The sparrow chirps above his head
the grass, so green, below
the stream awash with dancing sun
he sees its ebb and flow

How long has willow been there
will she ever go away
or is her place by stream in park
his shaded overlay

She spans so many moons and then
he holds life – all his own
and sits upon unwelcomed crown
discarding what he knows

Her broken twig will reproduce –
no urgency or haste
holding the crown he puts it down
the tree has time to wait

She passes time – for who; she asks –
beneath you, the ghost chimes
she looks below and with a glow
grasps him in weeping vines.
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Marion

Lovely, thanks for sharing xx

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Owen James

Thanks Marion - all the best to you x

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Michael King

I love it. Any purely rhythmic poetry is always good. But you don't need the 'O' at the start of the second stanza.Β  It throws off the rhythm and the line works better without it.Β 

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Owen James

Thanks Michael,
Blame Emily Dickinson for the syllabic 8:6:8:6 stanzas.
And thanks for the input - have edited to improve purity and because, yes, it does read better without it.
Thanks again and all the very best
Yours,
Owen.

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