Even the Willow Weeps

Even the Willow Weeps

 

Our kitchen talks

have long been said.

Novels by Stephen King,

long read.

The variegated ivy

is sitting still

upon a weathered sill.

 

The hands of time

perpetually sweep

a myriad of days.

 

Even the willow weeps.

Reviews

[Paris Hlad]

Hi, Kelly,

I noticed your review and thought to return the favor. Glad I did. I'll read some your work before I comment.

[Kelly Scheppers]

Thank you, Paris!

[Pete]

time stands still for no one. growing up, we had a giant one in the middle of our yard. we used to spend so much time beneath the umbrella of its shade, i don't know how it got there, they usually grow near water and where we were was dry at the top of a small hill. beautiful words and thoughts. elegantly down to earth ... :)

[Kelly Scheppers]

You had a willow in your yard, how cool. They are one of the most beautiful of trees. I envy your memory of sitting under the umbrella of its shade. Thank you for sharing the memory, Pete!

[Relic]

Time flies by so fast it's easy to look back at all we've done, and yet, think of the things we never did, the places we never went to, or maybe the one person we always wanted but never had. Maybe even nature wishes for things it never got.

Time moves on, and it sucks when age catches up.

"And then one day you find, ten years have got behind you. No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun..."

[Kelly Scheppers]

It's the tangibles that get me, the passages of time. Thank you, Tim for a most poignant review.

[Relic]

I questioned whether to delete this comment and do it again. ha Thanks for liking it. :)

[Red Brick Keshner]

Stephen King is an author I have not read in years and have read nearly all of his works, so this poem does speak to me rather eloquently. We have ivy that survived the ravages of time and take residence in spots much like a window sill. And on and on it goes, the days and the one not present is still here and not here as symbolised by the wistful willows - a variety of green that I am quite partial to.

[Kelly Scheppers]

I'm so glad the ivy and King's books conjured up a memory for you, Red. Thank you!

[andrew mitchell]

A lovely write as time passes we are left with reflection.

[Kelly Scheppers]

Thank you, Andrew! Wishing you love and light this holiday season!

[andrew mitchell]

You too Kelly.

[Perdition]

Take me into this past and fathom my awareness of what poetry once was and still means to the heart of life's silence why don't you!! To give this light is to take the sun from its perch and leave us dark in thought come morning. This is indeed what I use to remember and love about writing and sharing our thoughts here together, all of us...." a feast of friends, alive she cried ". What a wonderful poem Kelly...Thank you for sharing this !

[Kelly Scheppers]

Those kitchen talks were between my sister and I, which inspired this piece. I lost her many years ago, and wanted to capture her the best way I knew how. Thank you for your presence here and thoughts today, Joseph!

[Perdition]

You did... and very well. I think she would be stunned or what's even more not stunned at all. Beautiful and a pleasure as always to read jaw-dropping poetry~

[Cyprian Van Dyke]

I actually saw an amazing tree nearby that looked a lot like a Weeping Willow and it turned out to be a related to one. Ever since then, Weeping Willows have been on my radar. Another short yet splendid poem of you about something I like and you even educated me with another word, variegated. Tyfs

[Kelly Scheppers]

Another word!? I am laughing out loud here, literally!! Thank you, Cyprian!

[Temperance]

This is a beautiful poem. Time passes and we grow older with memories and the willow weeps. Lovely! The thoroughly enjoyed this read.

[Kelly Scheppers]

So wonderful to know! Thank you!

[Fabian G. Franklin]

This was lovely Kelly. I particularly like the contemporary mixed with the longing in the words. Things get lost, they fade, they die. Others survive, but why? Is life fair? Ah, but we all must survive the best we can, eh? I enjoyed the read. F.

The willow does not weep
her tears like morning dew
her flowing tresses sweep
river banks and avenues
Cinderella of the trees;
she is a princess too
but mourn not for the willow
it's just what willows do

[Kelly Scheppers]

"...a Cinderella of trees." I love that! It's beautiful, Fabian. Thank you!

[Fabian G. Franklin]

(Bows graciously) Thank you, my friend. It's always wonderful to read your words. Your poetry inspires.

[Ciara]

The willow carries a heavy burden, or so it seems. I imagine it also has a ton of memories weighing it down.

[Kelly Scheppers]

I'd love to sit under one...just to feel the sway of those branches. Thank you, Ciara!

[Ciara]

Falling around you like curtains.

[Kelly Scheppers]

...yeah! Almost like an embrace.

[Ciara]

:) yes. Now I wish I had planted a willow instead of an oak.