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Weeping Willow

Elongated branches Lingering... Poignant yet picturesque Pointed little leaves So comely and lush The breeze makes them dance Quivering and shiver Intricately entwined tree stalk Robust and rugged is its center The gust makes it sway As if it hears music Distanced far away Or... sweetly whispering To stay and pray.

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Cherie Thomas

Date: 10/26/2013 6:34:00 AM

Wow christina,,,, very eloquent lovely words. To describe this amazing natural prescence. Excellent imagery, I love weeping willows:0) tyfs.....cherie

Christina Holmes
Date: 10/26/2013 4:26:00 PM

Thank you so much...I love weeping willows myself.

Wayne Hill

Date: 9/27/2013 9:28:00 PM

I could see and hear the tree in the wind as I was reading this.....good choice of words to describe.

Christina Holmes
Date: 9/28/2013 12:50:00 AM

Thank You for the feedback Wayne Hill.

Suzanne Delaney

Date: 9/18/2013 8:22:00 PM

I love willows and this imagery is so perfect....you have captured the loveliness. suZ

Christina Holmes
Date: 9/23/2013 12:04:00 AM

Thank you...I sat beside one at a park and got inspired to write about it.

Marquis Mc Mills-Cooper

Date: 9/18/2013 12:19:00 PM

This is very nice, I might take PDA's advice and enter if there's still the opportunity. Very nice poem! MC

Christina Holmes
Date: 9/23/2013 12:05:00 AM

Thank you...I am not on here as often as I would like but maybe next time.

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 9/18/2013 4:32:00 AM

wow, Christina I found this free verse Epic, .. the imagery is deep with dark beauty the way I imagine the willow tree... I don't know if my epic contest is still open. I will leave a spot open in hopes you enter this wonderful poem. ...luv linda

Christina Holmes
Date: 9/23/2013 12:08:00 AM

Thank you so much for presenting me with the opportunity. Most of my poetry is dark and I'm a sucker for imaginary myself.