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Willow


Loose green tendrils hanging low 
kiss the soft green earth, the bough 
kneels with the wind as if in prayer, 
a penitent so humble, so subservient. 
A pliant bow that's unreleased, 
and like to spring to heaven with a swish, 
a stately, monumental king 
of meadow and a murmuring stream, 
in haze concealed, a misty dream, 
a graceful monolith 'twould seem, 
cloaked in the blue-grey hush. 

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  1. Date: 12/22/2013 8:25:00 PM
    AWESOME :) Merry Christmas Keith xxxx

  1. Date: 11/30/2013 11:50:00 AM
    Amazing imagery in this poem, Keith! A very nice tribute to those weeping willow trees. Beautifully written!...Thank you for the wonderful comments. I appreciate it very much!

  1. Date: 11/19/2013 9:14:00 PM
    this is utterly gorgeous. I love poems about willows. thanks for your comment on my butterfly kisses. I have another one based on the same event that I may or may not post for that contest about a magical moment. It may be too sickening romantic for some people!!Glad you enjoy that kind of thing. By the way, this one gets a fave.

  1. Date: 10/27/2013 9:56:00 AM
    I've been waiting for you Keith. And this is worth it. You are of the old masters indeed. "a penitent so humble, so subservient. A pliant bow that's unreleased," It is so hard to pick out lines with each so linked like a family of brilliant verse like picking out a favorite son or daughter. Sweeping, weeping. love, Kathy