Poem -
weeping willows
underneath the weeping willows
where people fear to tread
a thousand tears on earthy pillows
they are weeping for the dead
so early did these lovers come
where they say that hearts are broken
they told their tale in morning sun
but not a single word was spoken
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this was one of my first poems I wrote when I was 14 years old which to me makes me believe I was an old soul in a child's body. I have been writing now for over 20 years and this is still my favourite work. the picture it paints for me is so vivid and for some reason although the poem sounds quite depressing it makes me think of love not death and how people will be together no mater what if that is the way it is meant to be and even death cannot change that. the heart beats on ALWAYSxxxxx
For featuring be composed of fourteen-year-old poem dedicated to a weeping willow it is very well structured, on what the author of the possession of an old soul dictating the poem, I do not rule out that possibility, a soul old and benevolent, if malicious the vision of the sauce would be very different. An afternoon of November of many years ago I also did a composition dedicated to a willow, it more or less says:
"It was the vacuum that dead willow, the garden without him is another, Willow with its melancholic figure protected flowers of heat and cold, but that weeping willow in my heart is still alive, now instead of protecting the plants which had at his feet, sail and worry about my soul, projecting its shadow haphazardly on the walls of the enclosure."
A greeting.
Beautiful word's, I love willow tree's, the sadness, the magic
Just that state of hushed souls, listening to the leaves
Nicely penned, much love nardine xox
I have always loved the willow trees they are so majestic almost like they hide a secret under their branches. much love back xx
lovely write John