“The weeping willow”
The weeping willow
Once we held love over all things. Love was holy and you were a blessing and a gift.
Now like sleeping flower in the Winter. My feeble heart had forgotten the days and night of bliss and passion filled nights.
In a deadly silence, I do pray, I pray for the sleeping flower to come alive again.
“We Poets in our youth begin with gladness, but there of in the end despondency and madness” Wordworth
Now bereft memory seek things disappeared in the lost and found,
maybe love support to die?
Whence love came will love fall, once whispered an ancient Poet.
I sit by the weeping willow, praying to Lake St. Clair for understanding,
now blind thoughts leave the heart bleeding . Maybe forbidden love is the foretold place for the yearning heart.
I told the weeping willow. Love alive is better than love dead.
Maybe we need private dances and secret kisses?
I asked the weeping willow tree. Who is wrong and who is wrong?
Can lost love be rebirth in the Spring?
I know take two to tangle and one to forget love.
The rain begin to fall softly on Lake St. Clair and old Poet cried and die with the gentle rain.
John Castellenas/Coyote
Nice one.. 🙂
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Thank you Malavika. I appreciate the comment.
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You are welcome 😊
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Another absolutely beautiful poem
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Thank you my friend for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.
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You are very welcome John
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Great post and live the video 💜
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These girls can sing. Thank you for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.
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They certainly can sing 💜💜
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