Trembling leaves on a willow seem to weep
Remembering times of birds at roost
Amongst her leaves and chicks were born
Now only quietness prevails beside the riverbank
Quaking leaves in the ghostly wind sigh
Utopian silence, no birds, no babbling brook
Isolation the willow’s soul has found
Long ago memories, long ago times, an
Iconic lady, no longer defined to human eyes
Tranquility in death, she has found, it seems
Yet her eerie ghost still lingers but never seen.
Author notes
Theme - "B", Form - "A"
A contest entry
- Challenge Yourself - Theme or Form. by Errant Panther.
620 points, ended April 1, 2007, 15 entries
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Comments
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Interesting.
I would change never to "is not" in the last line. Otherwise, it all seems to work well enough. Good job.
Good luck in the contest.
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Nice combination of the two options, with a slight twist to the tranquility theme, that of finding peace in the afterlife. Interesting concept yet very well done.
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I'm beginning to like this Acrostic thing! You do it quite well rascal this was quietly sensual in the same respect that anything of nature can be sensual. The first opening of the petals on a flower or the moment the dew caresses a blade of grass. This was fantastic!
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great job
I'm breath less, i could feel the peace overcome.
bravo. Pleas return the favor
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