One morning I found
a note on the counter.
Unsigned and well penned
the words stared up at me.
It said but two things:
"Meet me tomorrow,
Willow tree in the park."
The park was a memory
of my childhood past,
where I would play
for hours on end.
Being naive I thought
no one knew about
my secret place
of isolated peace.
I was wrong.
I struggled through
the seemingly endless day
until night fell
and my anxiety cooled.
Deep slumber, I was granted
and dream I did.
Of a time where I would
sit under my willow alone...
And then I remembered.
There was but one person
to whom I had betrayed
the location of
my secret place.
Her name did not
come to me
as I struggled to
pull it from the cobwebs.
All in time
Sunlight hits my face.
I blink to reveal morning
and with the rush of light
to my eyes, come a rush
of butterflies .
When I arrive at my tree
I am alone like old times.
I turn the note over
in my hands and notice
two little words: Look up
I do and feel a tap
on my shoulder.
I spin to find a familiar
face staring back at me.
My best friend from a time long ago
here once more
after 17 years without her...
-Naomi-
a note on the counter.
Unsigned and well penned
the words stared up at me.
It said but two things:
"Meet me tomorrow,
Willow tree in the park."
The park was a memory
of my childhood past,
where I would play
for hours on end.
Being naive I thought
no one knew about
my secret place
of isolated peace.
I was wrong.
I struggled through
the seemingly endless day
until night fell
and my anxiety cooled.
Deep slumber, I was granted
and dream I did.
Of a time where I would
sit under my willow alone...
And then I remembered.
There was but one person
to whom I had betrayed
the location of
my secret place.
Her name did not
come to me
as I struggled to
pull it from the cobwebs.
All in time
Sunlight hits my face.
I blink to reveal morning
and with the rush of light
to my eyes, come a rush
of butterflies .
When I arrive at my tree
I am alone like old times.
I turn the note over
in my hands and notice
two little words: Look up
I do and feel a tap
on my shoulder.
I spin to find a familiar
face staring back at me.
My best friend from a time long ago
here once more
after 17 years without her...
-Naomi-
Author notes
Tis a lovely little story.
PROMPT: An note on the counter (NO love or breakups)
and so there was a note in my head...
but no love? -puppy eyes-
i figured it out.
and so a story spun its self
and now you can enjoy it.

♥♥♥
Kat
A contest entry
- Sunday Morning by new born.
700 points, ended January 16, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please judge as critically as you want
Comments
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Hey, this is pretty neat. It reads like a story.

Well, like I said, it reads like a story...it has a little bit of depth to it, making you read the whole thing through with a good ending to finish it up. To me, the most poetic part was the night before, leading to the morning...I could tell that, here especially, your wording was carefully chosen.
It turned out very nicely. ^_^ Good take on the prompt.
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This is so sweet. I absolutely love the sentiment and where you took the prompt. Great job.

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SO glad you liked it. Your prompt stumped me. I was like " n-no love????" -puppy eyes- but but... wait a MINUTE -conspires- ah HA
and so it began.
YAY i made the finalist list!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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A lovely poem. I really like the anticipation you have written about. It makes the reader wonder who will meet the person at the Williow tree. Excellent work. Thanks for sharing, best of luck in the contest.
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Let me know when you have finished this.
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ITS DONE!!!!! yay......
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Okay. Are you going to use one of the listed prompts, or would you like a new one?
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I would like a new one please
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A note left on the counter
No love. Or breakups.
I hope that serves! Best of luck. -
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you now have a (wonderful) poem
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