Sunday, April 8, 2018

Willow Weep




Weeping willows line the lake
like a row of harpists with broken hearts,
whose music has fallen silent.
In dream, I sometimes walk their path
on summer mornings,
the way I used to do, those days,

when I woke with love beside me,
and the promise of forever in my heart.


for Sanaa's prompt at Real Toads: to write a L'Arora


16 comments:

  1. This is so painstakingly raw and honest, Sherry!💜 I love the image of the weeping willows as row of harpists with broken hearts." Thank you so much for writing to the prompt!💜

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  2. Oh my Sherry. this is so beautiful. In your brevity you laid it out for us instead of going on and on and on. So sad and full of regret.

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  3. This is heartbreaking. Memories do remind us of all the happy times and along with that brings the emptiness we now feel.

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  4. The promise of forever in the heart....so beautiful!

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  5. heartfelt mourning loss but a silent prayer also for morning, and the blessed beauty of breath to be held for another day ...

    love the impact of the well chosen words Sherry - simple but evocative, spoken/penned from your generous heart

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  6. Your words portray a true feeling of loss but also a moving on. I especially like your description of the weeping willows and the part they play in memory.

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  7. Almost haiku-like in how it makes a turn from nature imagery to a poignant truth.

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  8. This is brilliant and strikes a chord:harpists with broken hearts,
    whose music has fallen silent...

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  9. So very pretty, Sherry. I like lines of being in a dream to walk the path again. Don't we all. Some now we know better than to even think about it (can't really do that though).
    ..

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  10. Your use of the pathetic fallacy of the weeping willow makes this a very touching scene. I felt the loneliness.

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  11. I'm very, very fond of weeping willows. I grew up in a garden with two of them, and under one my Dad made me a swing ... so of course I love this poem.

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  12. Ahhh! Crying here. You hit memory with your poetic reflex hammer.

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  13. "Forever," we know is above our pay grade. We have to make do with with promises of "today." I enjoyed reading about those "weeping willows."

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  14. ...the way I used to...

    Our lives are filled with ups and downs...

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  15. Luv the.weeping willow as metaphor for loss and continuing with strength

    Lucious poem Sherry

    Much🌼lovd

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