Oh, shall I weep amidst new morning's rain
my head among vague clouds of sorrow's reign
Or silence there, each mourn and dry my eye
and leave weeping for the windblown willow
If only,this now vacant heart~ not died
would not grieve, upon night's dampen pillow
and exist if only in pretense strong
while mourning rain casts deep furrows of stress
If only to utter ~ sadness prolonged
dull maddening pain released in protest
If only one request, my heart could make
as it flounders amid, it's sad heart ache
Yet ,storms of vague clouds vail tears sorrow deep
'Alas no dry eyes, Oh, yes, I shall weep
I assumed from the title I was in for a good read and I was not disappointed. Kudos to you for painting perfect imagery on the willow tree, that is one of my personal favorite things to write about. Repetition is so dangerous but in the last two lines of the middle stanza, the way you repeated "heart" beautifully mixed with the rhyme scheme and pacing. And I assume I don't even have to mention how brilliant those last two lines are.
I assumed from the title I was in for a good read and I was not disappointed. Kudos to you for painting perfect imagery on the willow tree, that is one of my personal favorite things to write about. Repetition is so dangerous but in the last two lines of the middle stanza, the way you repeated "heart" beautifully mixed with the rhyme scheme and pacing. And I assume I don't even have to mention how brilliant those last two lines are.
"Yet ,storms of vague clouds vail tears sorrow deep
'Alas no dry eyes, Oh, yes, I shall weep"
Fran Marie, this was simply amazing! What a talented poetess you are.
Of course I always knew it, but its so wonderful to read you again
and soak up the brilliance of each diligently placed word. The
sheer excellence of this "grieving" poem is so very tangiable.