A willow weeps in a field,
a field of dreams,
a field of futures to which
we cannot return.
A boy, a girl -
a red and white checkered table cloth,
a moment to treasure.
Here we go, we go out of the field,
where, why?
Creative juice gurgles from the ground,
the field weeps tears of joy.
The field is behind us -
the willow weeping.
The splendor is behind us -
never to return.
Once is not enough, my friend!
Eternity is open to you.
It is a white shining star.
Walk on in and see -
see the splendor,
the splendor behind us
forever.
Author notes
My hidden sanctuary are my fantasies and memories - the willow being one of my most favorite retreats.
(Image from www.westol.com/~pennwest/trees/weepingwillow.html)
Written March 18th, 2005
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A contest entry
- Willow Tree by Labefaction.
363 points, ended February 15, 2008, 20 entries
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Great poem. It is a bit confusing, but I like it, especially the second stanza. The only problem is the second stanza doesn't really fit it with rest; it is a bit optimistic, and warm. Maybe you could mention something included in that again, later in the poem? Well, anyway, thank you for entering my contest!
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Very descriptive poem. A great write. Willow tree is nice, and man they looks sad all the time.
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you described the sanctuary well and included soem information about who knows about it but not why you had to go there. None the less this is a beautiful piece of work.
Thank you for entering and good luck in the contest.
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wow, this is soo good! real nice imagary!!!!!!! i love it a lot! this is great! great write! ~julia~
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