no leaves at all and wearing very thin.
Much like our emotions that steal,
with no other bliss to bring zeal.
All there is to see is this thick hazy fog,
nothing hangs around not even a tree frog.
Feel the wetness of the morning dew,
or is it last night's frost breaking through.
I can withstand anything though,
the wind, the sleet the hard snow.
Watch me sway to and fro in this cold,
I may have been around ancients of old.
No other color to show my inner stance,
the beauty that nature gives me by chance.
Winter's touch can bring such harsh reality,
with the only Hope for Spring and vitality.
Then my leaves will embrace you in the gentle breeze,
when all things blossom you will not be hard to please.
My branches hang down to the ground this is true,
like you I have a purpose my tears fall down for you.
Other trees may stand tall and powerfully erect,
I am to hang down low to agree with the elect.
Author notes
Picture #15
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A contest entry
- Easy Picture Prompt Contest!!!!!!! by Kathraina.
700 points, ended January 11, 21 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Bountiful~Beuatiful...
Art and knowledge met wisdom to conceive "Willow still weeps", and a heart that beats for beauty poemized the emotions to be poetized through a pen that follows the dictation of a wise soul.
I have enjoyed the reading of poem that honors the language and enriches the eternity of Poetry. "Willow still weeps" glows.
In respect and admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU

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Another beauty
I realized I commented on the other one already but it diesnt change my feelings on it. Anyway I love what I percieve is personification of the willow in this poem. I feel like the weeping willow sometimes. Able to withstand the fierce harsh blows of life and like the willow many ancient stories to tell. This is superb and deserves all the accolades it can possibly hold. Thanks for sharing!

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This is truly beautiful
You never cease to amaze me with your writes like a spring shower with the sunlight still in the sky . Inspiring
uplifting, and truly all lovely.
Blessing!
Sharon


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You have a wonderful way with words; and it is special!


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Simply Like It
Leaves me with soft touching feelings.

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This is a beautiful poem
The last line puzzled me
detracted from the rest
Regards David

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Bravo on the HM!
A joy to read, thanks for sharing!
Keep up the good works, and have a great year!
Peace, Timothy

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Beautiful, I love trees, the willow has always been one of my favorites. Great imagery.
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just beautiful
great write
as bruce almight would say
B-E-A-utiful -
Wow, wonderful/FANTASTIC job on this piece!!! Love the flow and imagery. Willows are one of my favorite trees, have been ever since I saw Pocahontas for the first time!

Love what you did with the prompt! Great job and good luck!
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Excellent job with the picture. Very good word discription. It really gives the tree life. It does have a sad feature to t.


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Hi Denerica
Lovely poem. I too, love willows and, especially that picture. May try to write another one.

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Willows do look a little sad don't they? I love willows. I think they are beautiful. Thank you for sharing your poem with me.
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Exquisite!
Wow, Denise, this is incredibly beautiful. So often, we see poems about the mighty oak or those magnificent Fir trees that surround me here in Washington, rarely if ever about the Weeping Willow. I love your take on it! It rather reminds me of a poem I had written about the Trillium lily, the one I feel reflects each stage of Christ's life: birth, death and resurrection.
This is exquisite and should garner the gold!
Luv and hugs, BonnieQ














