Under the Willow Trees.

 

 

Under the willow trees

Is where she slept

Amongst blossoming flowers and bees

Beneath wishful thinking

And forever dreaming.

 

At twilight is when

Love is none;

Her Father came home

And all was undone

Body wrapped in cotton

Footsteps light as cobwebs

She raised her arms,

And pretended to fly

As she took the beating

And began to cry!

 

Forgotten is she

Who left a silent plea;

Under the willow trees

Is where her Mother weeps,

Writing soft words of quiet relief

Raising her hands in surrender to a silent belief,

Skin discoloured from the night before

Her Mother looked up and ran next door

She fought against their protest;

She fought against the stares

As they shut the door,

Leaving her in tears.

 

How many lives could we save

If we stopped slamming the door in their face?

We'll continue to sleep ourselves to the grave

When kids leave without a trace

Surely they're the ones who are brave.

 

Raising her hands in surrender to a silent belief,

Speaking soft words of quiet relief

She took the beating and began to cry

Thinking surely, she will die.

 

Under the willow trees

Is where she slept

Amongst blossoming flowers and bees

Beneath wishful thinking;

She was forever dreaming

We're now on our hands and knees.

 

 

MetBySunlight.

 

 

Reviews

[*~*Butterfly Kisses*~*]

A sad story but unfortunately a very truthful one. Nicely done, well-written piece.

[MAC]

sad and painful. excellent write!!

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Those who know and allow bad thins to still happen are just as guilty as the perpetrator. It is sad to think that people would rather pretend the help. Your poem speaks the harsh truth bout the state of humanity.

[Chris]

Pain is not limited geographically... a very strong write.

[Aianarie (INACTIVE)]

This was so beautiful, I loved every bit of it! The imagery is awesome and the words mesmerizing. Amazing work, my friend.

[Thea]

Amazing piece...
Very beautiful...I enjoyed reading each and every line you put in there!
:)))

[paradise]

very beautiful imageray

[Coyote Poetry]

The poem was amazing. The description of each situation allowed the reader to feel the emotion and the follow the words.
"How many lives could we save
If we stopped slamming the door in their face?"
A very good ending to a outstanding poem.
Coyote

[Jack Isaac]

You have written some amazing poems before and if I recall correctly I said your work was genius. This one is quite a puzzle! {I don't want to give it away too soon to anyone seeing it on the feed page so I'm typing this to fill in the lines.} I think this poem is an irony --my first reaction is an observation of child abuse --yet this is about the emergence of a butterfly or moth, which is the only way I can see the last line making sense. Please let me know if I am wrong about that. Overall excellent poem in both flow and meter! :)

[paparapapa]

The title reminded me of Pocahontas, but the content was surely very far from it. :))
I loved how you talked about a very sad thing, but still made the poem sound so beautiful. And the repetition was also a really nice touch. Another great one from you. Keep on writing :)