Whispering Trees

Two of my dear cafe friends have been urging me to pen a poem sooner than later, so that I did, and as such, it's dedicated to both, I guess they'll know who they are without me disclosing same?

Whilst out for a stroll, if truth be told
when first, I heard the news,
she's going away, no more to stay
ne'er again, we'll schmooze

Carried on the breeze, the whispering tress
sang a lonesome lullaby,
my love so fair, with raven black hair
alas, must say goodbye

My heart sank low, why would she go
looking up, I cried aloud,
has she met another, a secret lover
I implored a passing cloud?

I do not know, you'll have to go
and seek the wise old owl
then raindrops fell, my tears as well
this grief, I could not cowl

I plundered on, far, far beyond
in hope to engage,
and there perched high, I did spy
one known as the sage

O' eminent bird, truth is your word
pray tell it is falsehood,
for I am rueful, my lady beautiful
has gone to Bollywood

Be calm good sir, said he up there
let me assuage this yearn,
the trees tell lies, I see two dark eyes
awaiting your return

Thank you wise owl, cheek by jowl
reunited we shall be,
then homewards ran, a renewed man
my heart now filled with glee

And there within, fair lady of dark skin
from land of tiger and jaguar
saying, a pushy boss, wished her to cross
far sea, to become a movie star

But as is her kind, politely, she did decline
for here, she feels at ease,
in this land so green, where can be seen
those beguiling, whispering trees

Author's Note

schmooze
verb
talk intimately and cosily;

Cowl: A hood shaped covering

Reviews

[Marie]

Aaaaaahhhh! Those trees have a lot to answer for, Tom! I love this narrative poem filled with excellent imagery for your reader to enjoy. Your love made the correct choice in choosing you over Bollywood! I think the trees were a bit jealous. They had nobody to hug them and tell them they were loved and they made up the story that your love had left you just to annoy you, but Mr. Owl knew better, his wisdom is razor sharp and he told you the truth. So good to be reunited with your love again! Wonderful write, Tom Thoroughly enjoyed it and thank you for sharing...

[Tom]

Lol, thanks Marie, the irony as it turned out being I penned this poem in admiration of another well known writer here in the cafe, though to my absolute bemusement she refuses to acknowledge when I pm same person and she has blocked me, perhaps those whispering trees are wiser than I gave them credit for?

[Marie]

hahaha... Poor Tom! I feel you are better off without her! So says this wise old Owl. Love the poem anyway and thank you again for sharing...

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Tom... a magnificent touching poem...
very emotional... your talent shines true. I love poetry with happy endings. Whispering trees will always see you through. Amen, Pat

[Tom]

Thank you Patricia!

[Patricia Wedel]

I wish I knew who left... this is not a happy ending...

[Sami Khalil]

Every time someone leaves the cafe, it creates sadness and void in the family of writers. Although they have their personal reasons but I hope they don't cower to the bad ones and force them out. We all should after each other and be honest on how to defend themselves in the cyber world.
An excellent tribute , sir Tom.

[Tom]

Thank you Sami, true indeed!

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome.

[Great Aunt Astri]

That little walk in nature had a magical effect. The rhythm is quite jaunty, taking us through worry and sorrow to the happy ending! I enjoyed reading this poem.

[Tom]

Thank you for stopping by my friend!

[Neville]

You certainly know how to bowl a maiden over Tom. Another cracker for sure, well writ and already pretty well read I see. No mistaking one of em eh.......Best, Neville

[Tom]

Cheers Neville, England could do with bowling a few of those maiden overs at the Aussies, see they got beaten in the first test match!!

[Neville]

My pleasure Tom, oh' I miss her too, do you think she will be back?

[Neville]

sheeeesh, dont time fly ... four years eh' and still bowlin them maidens over :)

[Sheila Kline]

.....Whilst' taking the time to check in on my Writer's Cafe friends midst the ongoing illness of my son, I am so pleased to have found your lovely collection of words of romance and longing; ah, for the dark haired beauty you long for who chooses to take leave is so well expressed as your tears pool on the leaves of those beguiling, whispering trees. When one's heart is captured by another it is most difficult to make such a break, so I hope for you that this absence is not a permanent one! You deserve so much my friend....the desires of your heart should be yours in this land of longing!

You weave the story so that it holds the attention of the reader, and gives cause for a sigh of "let it be better"!

[Tom]

Thank you Sheila, hope everything is going well and your son is mending? Happy thanksgiving my friend!

[Wild Rose]

listening to whispers > The trees those around you - trouble makers
She is/was thinking of other places
test the water
What I have here already is what I want

I feel sorry for you your lost love but your search brings the answer Your lover needs you once parted she learned where her heart is

[Tom]

Thank you my friend, you interpretation is so appropriate and worldly wise!

[Wild Rose]

Thanks for the pleasure of your writing

Worldy wise >should be at 81

[Wild Rose]

Reminded me of a songwhen I was 10 or so Whispering grass don't tell the tree cause they don't need to know

[Tom]

Yes, remember it well, Don Estelle and Windsor Davis ( ain't half hot mum fame) had a top hit with it 40 odd yrs ago!

[barleygirl]

This is a beautiful tribute to a good number of my friends here who have that beautiful dark hair & skin (which I envy very much!) I've always had the same fascination of which you write . . . love this delicate msg . . . great rhyme & rhythm & inventive word choices! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Tom]

Thank you muchly Margie, yes, many of our mutual friends here on the cafe site are multi lingual and who can create the most fabulous poetry, even though English often as not their first choice language, very clever and like you, I'm envious too!

[barleygirl]

I feel guilty when messaging my multi-lingual friends becuz I am limited to one language & they happily oblige me! *smile*

[Tom]

Exactly my feelin too Margie, glad I'm not alone!

[Lydia Shutter]

Tom, as always, your rhyming and rhythm is spot on! Like a fairy tale with a happy ending....so very lovely. There is always someone for everyone and you found your true love....heavy sigh! I liked the personification of the the trees and the owl! The trees whisper the truth! Lydi**

[Tom]

Thank you Lydia for your appreciation of my little romance ballad!

[AYVID N]

My compliments, my dear friend, this gem is tops today! Kudos!

[Tom]

Thank you my dear Divya, if only it were true??

[AYVID N]

As I see it dear Tom, a happy ending it will be!

[Tom]

namaste, let it be so!

[Coyote Poetry]

Amazing use of words and thoughts. I love nature and shared wisdom.
"But as is her kind, politely, she did decline
for here, she feels at ease,
in this land so green, where can be seen
those beguiling, whispering trees"
I loved the above lines. Gentle, true and wonderful. Thank you Tom for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Tom]

Hi Coyote me old friend and bard, long time no hear, hope you're well? Thank you for stopping by leaving such considered words!!

[Coyote Poetry]

Was my pleasure and you are welcome Tom.