oh i have a thing for trees...seeing one cut down...so many memories...maybe with a weeping willow it is putting it out of its misery...to weep no more...but a hard decision for sure....
Weeping Willows are beautiful trees. This poem gives new meaning to Weeping Willows - they mourn for other trees that have been lost. Excellent writing!!!
This love of mine, Had no beginning, It has no end, I was an oak, Now I'm a willow, Now I can bend, And tho' I'll never, In my life see you again, And still I'll stay, Until it's time for you to go.
Every tree cut down had better be replaced by a seedling, or the planet itself will be in dire peril, for sure; your slim 16 word cinquain soars off the page, a whole Greek tragedy, or an American one, in a few pregnant gasps of bathos.
If the earth read my broken heart, I would be surrounded by these trees. All of the border issues--Gaza, Ukraine, Mexico, Iraq--are tearing at me, though that is mild compared to being there. Let's let these trees weep.
weeping willows make mourning a thing of beauty.
ReplyDeleteoh i have a thing for trees...seeing one cut down...so many memories...maybe with a weeping willow it is putting it out of its misery...to weep no more...but a hard decision for sure....
ReplyDeleteI must admit it's hard for me to see a tree being cut down...there had better be a good reason... Sorry for that weeping willow.
ReplyDeleteIt would break my heart as well to see a weeping willow cut down! I empathize.
ReplyDeleteGoodness it breaks my heart to see a strong tree as a weeping willow break or torn apart ~
ReplyDeletelove the shape of your poem - have lost a well loved oak tree recently - heartbreaking -
ReplyDeleteLove how your own, about a tree, is shaped like a tree. :-)
ReplyDeleteThe destruction of trees is heart breaking.
ReplyDeletewe all lose when a tree dies - I hope a sapling was planted in its place
ReplyDeleteWeeping Willows are beautiful trees. This poem gives new meaning to Weeping Willows - they mourn for other trees that have been lost. Excellent writing!!!
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ReplyDeleteThis love of mine,
Had no beginning,
It has no end,
I was an oak,
Now I'm a willow,
Now I can bend,
And tho' I'll never,
In my life see you again,
And still I'll stay,
Until it's time for you to go.
Now, who said that? :))
Gorgeous
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floating
I can see those tears .. great cinquain
it makes one sad to see a tree cut..
ReplyDeleteNo more will it cry as its spirit takes to the sky, sad to see it cut down though. At least you are alive and I know it didn't fall on you lol
ReplyDeleteThe title is excellent. I read it and then realized what you probably meant. And of course, you meant just that.
ReplyDeleteoh it is sad when a tree dies... esp. after having been such a faithful fellow for so many many years
ReplyDeleteI join the other dVerse mourners in sadness for your fallen tree --and in praise of your fine words of remembrance.
ReplyDeleteMy heart grieves too...
ReplyDeleteEvery tree cut down had better be replaced by a seedling, or the planet itself will be in dire peril, for sure; your slim 16 word cinquain soars off the page, a whole Greek tragedy, or an American one, in a few pregnant gasps of bathos.
ReplyDeleteIf the earth read my broken heart, I would be surrounded by these trees. All of the border issues--Gaza, Ukraine, Mexico, Iraq--are tearing at me, though that is mild compared to being there. Let's let these trees weep.
ReplyDeleteWeeping willows! Why are they assigned to such sadness just to stay on! Pity. Nicely Truedessa!
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Wonderful personification, much said in brief. Excellent work!
ReplyDeleteIt always makes me so incredibly sad to see a fallen tree...
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