Alone by the lake
wispy finger tips
trace lines in the water.
Towering against the sky
arms hanging gently
slender and strong.
Roots peeking
dipping in and out
buried and unveiled.
The grandeur
breezy nobility
peaceful whispers.
Soft shadows cast
a thousand un-told stories
tears of sorrow and joy.
Author notes
I adore weeping willow trees. They amaze me with their strength and beauty and delicacy. One of my favorite trees.
In a list
A contest entry
- Nature's Canvas by Charity Ann.
450 points, ended February 13, 2008, 15 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Do you see what I see in the weeping willow tree?
Comments
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Beautiful
Beautiful imagery--Great take on the prompt and congatulations on the Bronze---NOW get in my contest and write me something funny about you and your boyfried!!!!
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What a beautiful depiction of such a common tree. I really like the personification of the tree...wispy finger tips trace lines, arms hanging gently, roots peeking out...Those were my favorite lines. Well done!! Thanks for entering and good luck!
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Thank you for the comments and especially for honouring my poem with a bronze trophy! I really enjoyed writing this. And reading it over again!
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realy nice
i to have a weeping willow that a friend gave me a long time ago. do you know that you are not to grow them near your well because they go for the water. some have said it will drain the wel dry.mines near a swamp stream area.but this is probaly and old tale. i like your poem it sounds o peaceful and calming. i love to sit by the water.good job on this.
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i love them too
they are really beautiful
so quite and understanding
i could just sit buy one and read petry all day long beside a lake.
lol
great write...
"Soft shadows cast
a thousand un-told stories
tears of sorrow and joy."
favorite part of the whole write...
♥~Brittany!
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wow i love soft shadows cast a thousand un told stories of tears and sorrow i love all trees keep your pen flowing
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Untold truth
How you speak so softly of untold moments spent under the weeping willow tree, for love and perhaps at time madness have all been witnessed under such a tree.
Let the gentle Master stand firmly that he may witness yet more of the same old human drama under his most noble of shades.
I like it, I like it so!
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