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Beneath the Willow Tree

Loving long beneath the moon, the willow tree our canopy Sweet the words we murmured soft, promising all, expecting all Innocence, before the willow cries for lost youth , so fleeting.... Holding hands, 'neath the willow, remembering youthful passion Peaceful moon, a deeper love transcending time, circumstances Closing doors, a great mystery they face at last, together

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Elaine George

Date: 7/4/2014 7:16:00 AM

Beautiful sijo, Barbara. Many congrats on your win. bfn Lainie

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 7/3/2014 10:27:00 PM

hmmm, ending with a mystery. . . The willow is a tree I have used in my own poetry as a symbol of nostalgia and fading dreams or memories. So nice. Congrats on the win, sweetie.

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 7/3/2014 11:24:00 AM

Awesome..Linda

Joseph May

Date: 7/3/2014 9:08:00 AM

Wonderful write BG...congrats on your win

Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser

Date: 7/3/2014 7:50:00 AM

memories memories and beautiful imagery :) KUDOS BG! :)

Dr.Ram Mehta

Date: 7/3/2014 6:14:00 AM

Sweet memories of the love recalled with apt imagery, Barbara. Congrats on the win

Casarah Nance

Date: 7/2/2014 6:40:00 PM

Oh this is lovely Barbara, So glad it was on the list, I enjoyed reading this very much ;) Happy hugs :)

Pandita Sietesantos

Date: 7/2/2014 4:04:00 PM

Hi Barbara, congratulations on a well-deserved great win! The imagery is magnificent! Beautiful write! Kindest regards.

Barbara Gorelick
Date: 7/3/2014 9:27:00 AM

Thanks kiddo..Im so happy you found us here on the soup.

Frederic Parker

Date: 6/5/2014 2:44:00 PM

your poem gave me a thought, I wonder as poets we tend to relive moments, if I had spent time with someone under the moon beneath a willow tree I would eventually write about it, but do they, would such a moment as the one you wrote about even be remembered by the one that was there or would it be forgotten, is it a curse or a joy to remember such moments with clairity?..forgive me but your beautiful poem brought this thought

Barbara Gorelick
Date: 6/5/2014 3:19:00 PM

Your comment is more beautiful than my poem..curse or joy..I wonder. Thanks for the lovely comment.