There is just something grandiose about the stately Willow Tree. I have always had a fondness for them and they for me. I often thought one day I might build my child a tree house within the arms of a Willow. I think in the end I would also like my ashes to be buried neath the same tree. Lately I was fortunate enough to run into my childhood friend. He the one who shared with me my own childhood. Upon his sainted mothers homestead stood a stately Willow. That tree watched over us all through childhood. And was privy to many an adolescent secret. His mother died a few years ago. He told me she had at her request been cremated. That her ashes had been poured in ceremony into Lost Creek. This the creek that almost claimed our lives once in a fool-hearty downriver adventure. It would seem so fitting that I would wish to be left under the tree around which I grew up along side the creek where his mother was laid to rest. I once told her I would never have had a childhood had it not been for her. Her tears seemed to signal she took it well. Gladys Williams was without a doubt the greatest woman I ever knew. She and she alone holds the mantle of the most selfless soul I ever met. Gladys if you are up there listening this man wants to thank you for the wonders of life and love you showed me.
May God watch over her.
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Nice to say hello again, dear friend and the most exceptional of poets.
Before starting this review I cried on reading it, I was so moved.
My reaction to writing is so often just an emotional one rather than one which is just rigorously analytical.
Pause to read and listen again.
As you know I can write books on pieces written be they in poetry or prose.
So please forgive what I am about to write before I write it. It's straight from the heart.
You often do as you do here achieve a mix of music and writing which are not only designed to move but which actually do move the reader / listener, especially me. And on top of that you provide a third view which is your own take on your own poetry. In this case the meaning to you of a Willow Tree.
Let's get the technical of form out of the way before I say what I really want to say about this piece:
1) Five quatrains where the rhyme is in the second and forth line;
2) Rhythm: You often work around nine beats to the bar, but it varies as you progress. There is no fixed pattern that I can see. Need there be?
On technique that is all I have to say. Let's get into the meaning and why you have the unnerving ability to move me Tate Morgan.
I won't bother numbering my points. That means structure where I am commenting on something with an emotional sound which has no formal structure, yet which has a much more subtle structure of its own.
Basics: You combine a poem with a song and a commentary as you often do. Here Dolores Keane's version of 'Teddy O'Neill', your poem and a postscript.
Should anyone be foolhardy enough to do what I have done 'Teddy O'Neill' is described online as: A traditional song written around 1840 and most likely comes from the North of Ireland.
I am Northern Irish Tate as you know. Maybe that's why we get on so. Perhaps if I have not done so already, I will get the Irish American out of you yet.
I don't want to bore you anymore than anyone reading this but the lyrics of 'Teddy O'Neill' the Irish ballad are important in the context of your poem and are:
"I dreamt all last night -- O bad cess to my dreaming!
I'd die if I thought 'twould come surely to pass.
I dreamt while the tears down my pillow were streaming
That Teddy was courting another fair lass.
And didn't I wake with a weeping and wailing;
The pain in my heart was too deep to conceal.
My mother cried, "Nora, dear, what is your railing?"
But all I could answer was "Teddy O'Neill."
I've seen the old cabin beyond the wee boreen;
I've seen the old crossroads where we used to dance.
I've rambled the lane where he called me his storeen
And my girlish heart felt the thrill of romance.
But now all around me is so sad and so dreary,
All dark and all silent -- no piper, no reel.
Not even the sun through my casement shines cheery
Since I left my darling boy Teddy O'Neill.
Shall I ever forget when the big ship was ready
And the time it was come for my love to depart?
How I cried like a child, "Oh goodbye to you, Teddy,"
With a tear on my cheek and a stone in my heart.
He said 'twas far better his fate he went roving,
But what would be gold to the joy I would feel
If he'd only come back to me, tender and loving,
Though poor, but my own darling Teddy O'Neill?"
You really can't get more Celtic Irish than that.
I could talk about your poem alone. I could talk about 'Teddy O'Neill' alone, I could talk about your own review or I could talk about all separately, all in concert or just simply put a cold towel round my head and step gently to bed!
I'll just do this:
The postscript about meaning and the merits of trees above all the Willow: I have the greatest respect for trees. On that point I wholeheartedly agree. I live in an acre in the country in Wales with no near neighbours and the property is surrounded by trees. Translated from the Welsh, the property is called 'Land of the Ash Trees'. Trees were there way before we put in an appearance on the planet and will way outlive us. When I lose one in a storm I just hate it.
Strangely in more than one pieces of my writing I talk about a Willow thirty feet high and the 30 foot pond beside it on another property I owned and talk about a pond 'at whose edges the willow wept'. But surrounding that property too I had leylandii and poplars 50 feet high.
I could sit for ages just watching them sway in the breeze and ponder.
The song: 'Teddy O'Neill' is one of love and about the parting of kindred souls and the heartbreak where Teddy goes roving and loves another.
The poem: it is the Green waved boiling sea you describe. If one were to find the link with the song it would be the well written:
'I have climbed up the towering hill
touched the being of another soul
Then turned back into nothingness
became the grass upon the knoll'
Look poetry can take you anywhere or at least me and in those words I suddenly hear 'The grassy knoll' . Oliver Stone's 'JFK' and the famous words 'Back and to the left'. The assassination of JFK and was there anyone on the grassy knoll?
So I've done your postscript about Willow trees. So I've done the poem and the song. And I've done complete side-steps.
Now let me refocus on the poem if not also on you Tate Morgan:
This is a poem which reflects on life and death; Mother Earth and love; love gained and love lost; the uncertainty of the future but certainty about the past (about what else can we be certain?); change and hoped for happiness.
Listen Tate. I don't know. Is it the bipolar in me?
I would much rather sit down and say this to you face to face rather than this meaningless set of arbitrary words on a page.
This I have written has meaning but I find it shallow.
That's all I have to offer.
Frankly all it is, is an emotional reaction to words and music and self-analysis.
One of these days Tate, I would like to sit under a willow tree and talk to you face to face sharing a beer.
Then we can resign this 'piece of my words' to 'your history' and give both fresh meaning.
Forgive me for rambling from here to there and back again.
It's my worst fault but also my sole redeeming feature.
If you want a 10 word review that says 'Well written Tate. I like Willows too and your poem' you're fucked before I use my first word, Tate lol.
Take it easy and as it comes.
As ever you pen writing that moves me.
Your friend
James
Posted 9 Years Ago
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
9 Years Ago
This is the review I was waiting for the famous utterings of the great Magill. Depth emotion pain su.. read moreThis is the review I was waiting for the famous utterings of the great Magill. Depth emotion pain suffering lament and joy all wrapped in a coherent set of lines that explicitly tell me what you were feeling and thinking . I am glad you are from northern Ireland as many of my workings are laced with thoughts of the northern Irish ancestors I once lost in a journey my great great great grandfather made to the Americas. I cant help but miss the romanticism that the irish are famous for. But also the fair maid and princess of the Emerald Isle Lucy Hamilton .It was with her i once planned a life and with lament had to live without. It is a singular shinning moment in my life to receive a review of this caliber from you. One of my older friends who has since passed away here once wrote me a poem this one http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/poeticpiers/635145/ Until now I had never been moved by anothers thoughts on my work more. I thank you for that. I use common language and music to move the soul to remind me of the irish countryside and the dreams of the Irish ancestors who once stood at the edge of the green waved broiling seas and dreamed of the new world.Then stepped on those ships waved goodbye and knew they would never be returning.To them I say thank you for my life their dreams live in me! You know I see commonality in my poetry and my ancestors. The common experience of childhood and the hopes and dreams that were once resident in me and my friends .I look back on those years as the defining moments that formed my character.The lost child who made his way to adulthood armed with no more than a common thread that held me to my ancestors and childhood friends.Thank you
Such a beautiful and touching write Tate...But then again, that IS your forte my friend! The very emotional Author's Note you left is especially meaningful for me. Thank you! ~Sharon
Posted 3 Years Ago
3 Years Ago
Thank you Sharon I dream too much it invades my reality
As per my knowledge " Weeping Willow Tree" is myth, and it's really very sensitive.
This poem and also your note is very helpful to me, to understand the myth.
It's inspiring to me also ❤️
This poem made me depressed and joyful. I admire the rhyming scheme you've built and the title grants everything to come to a balance. I'm depressed because I realized that there are a lot of talented people out here who makes me acknowledge how little skill I have. I'm joyful because now, an opportunity is given to me because I have someone I aspire to be better than.
Posted 4 Years Ago
4 Years Ago
Lox I understand I feel the same when I read David Lewis Pagets work. I’d be glad to help if I can.. read moreLox I understand I feel the same when I read David Lewis Pagets work. I’d be glad to help if I can to steer you to new heights
I especially love the 2nd last verse beautiful as the whole poem but love that one especially.
thanks for entering this into my competition and I do love your poems.
I loved the music and picture that you chose as well.
I used to swing on a big old willow as a young child. we lived opposite a beautiful gully nature reserve and it had weeping willows. it brought back memories of my childhood rather carefree and lucky with nature abounding and walks with little neighbours and friends and sitting under those shady willows with the cool green grass. thanks for this lovely poem and entering into my competition.
Tate my friend ... you're a man of immeasurable depth. On a side note I do like willows. They can grow to be extremely old. If we could bring em to life. What stories would they tell.
This poem oozes philosophical prose. Well done!
Posted 8 Years Ago
8 Years Ago
Thank you Fox I am a incurable romantic I think lol. I like to see poetry and to feel it as well. It.. read moreThank you Fox I am a incurable romantic I think lol. I like to see poetry and to feel it as well. It has long been my thought that a poem should use common language in uncommon ways. If a poem needs a thesaurus or dictionary it has lost all meaning. One must grab the reader with emotion like one would grab a apple tree at the base and shake free the fruits of emotion.
8 Years Ago
Correct. I find true intellect is not held in words alone. So I agree :)
8 Years Ago
I am a common man and in that vein i do not try to appeal to the top 1 percent of intellectuals I am.. read moreI am a common man and in that vein i do not try to appeal to the top 1 percent of intellectuals I am common like a weed that proliferates the marshes.I may not be of noble bearing However i know love and it has heard of me in passing
8 Years Ago
Feel free if you like to friends me on Facebook. https://www.facebook.com/tate.morgan1
8 Years Ago
You are in love with LOVE man! I don't use Facebook. This is the ONLY site, other than YouTube I chi.. read moreYou are in love with LOVE man! I don't use Facebook. This is the ONLY site, other than YouTube I chill out with. Nothing against Facebook. I just don't know what to use it for lol
Lol I understand . it is a social channel for me. I have a few friends there to chat with and work o.. read moreLol I understand . it is a social channel for me. I have a few friends there to chat with and work on my political meanderings. Yes i am afraid i am in love with love it is a the soul searching of my heart. i cherish and nurture it.
8 Years Ago
I've got no intentions of leaving anytime soon ... there's more poetry and stories to read on here t.. read moreI've got no intentions of leaving anytime soon ... there's more poetry and stories to read on here than I could have wished for. Plus its a great place to store stuff. I've thrown away a lifetime's worth of poems and lyrics.
Besides ... we're pals man!
8 Years Ago
reat i have so many irons in the fire today .Im being interviewed by someone and i find it while hum.. read morereat i have so many irons in the fire today .Im being interviewed by someone and i find it while humbling quite taxing as i am not very good at that sort of thing. It takes all my time and effort to do it and do it right.My English skills are lacking when it comes to writing as i am terrible at punctuation hence i use none lol.
Awhh, dear Tate, this is beautiful description of the weeping willow the tree which ..symbolizes sadness and associated with grief...perfect tree for this lovely poem..love the poetic expression within each line...
Nice to say hello again, dear friend and the most exceptional of poets.
Before starting this review I cried on reading it, I was so moved.
My reaction to writing is so often just an emotional one rather than one which is just rigorously analytical.
Pause to read and listen again.
As you know I can write books on pieces written be they in poetry or prose.
So please forgive what I am about to write before I write it. It's straight from the heart.
You often do as you do here achieve a mix of music and writing which are not only designed to move but which actually do move the reader / listener, especially me. And on top of that you provide a third view which is your own take on your own poetry. In this case the meaning to you of a Willow Tree.
Let's get the technical of form out of the way before I say what I really want to say about this piece:
1) Five quatrains where the rhyme is in the second and forth line;
2) Rhythm: You often work around nine beats to the bar, but it varies as you progress. There is no fixed pattern that I can see. Need there be?
On technique that is all I have to say. Let's get into the meaning and why you have the unnerving ability to move me Tate Morgan.
I won't bother numbering my points. That means structure where I am commenting on something with an emotional sound which has no formal structure, yet which has a much more subtle structure of its own.
Basics: You combine a poem with a song and a commentary as you often do. Here Dolores Keane's version of 'Teddy O'Neill', your poem and a postscript.
Should anyone be foolhardy enough to do what I have done 'Teddy O'Neill' is described online as: A traditional song written around 1840 and most likely comes from the North of Ireland.
I am Northern Irish Tate as you know. Maybe that's why we get on so. Perhaps if I have not done so already, I will get the Irish American out of you yet.
I don't want to bore you anymore than anyone reading this but the lyrics of 'Teddy O'Neill' the Irish ballad are important in the context of your poem and are:
"I dreamt all last night -- O bad cess to my dreaming!
I'd die if I thought 'twould come surely to pass.
I dreamt while the tears down my pillow were streaming
That Teddy was courting another fair lass.
And didn't I wake with a weeping and wailing;
The pain in my heart was too deep to conceal.
My mother cried, "Nora, dear, what is your railing?"
But all I could answer was "Teddy O'Neill."
I've seen the old cabin beyond the wee boreen;
I've seen the old crossroads where we used to dance.
I've rambled the lane where he called me his storeen
And my girlish heart felt the thrill of romance.
But now all around me is so sad and so dreary,
All dark and all silent -- no piper, no reel.
Not even the sun through my casement shines cheery
Since I left my darling boy Teddy O'Neill.
Shall I ever forget when the big ship was ready
And the time it was come for my love to depart?
How I cried like a child, "Oh goodbye to you, Teddy,"
With a tear on my cheek and a stone in my heart.
He said 'twas far better his fate he went roving,
But what would be gold to the joy I would feel
If he'd only come back to me, tender and loving,
Though poor, but my own darling Teddy O'Neill?"
You really can't get more Celtic Irish than that.
I could talk about your poem alone. I could talk about 'Teddy O'Neill' alone, I could talk about your own review or I could talk about all separately, all in concert or just simply put a cold towel round my head and step gently to bed!
I'll just do this:
The postscript about meaning and the merits of trees above all the Willow: I have the greatest respect for trees. On that point I wholeheartedly agree. I live in an acre in the country in Wales with no near neighbours and the property is surrounded by trees. Translated from the Welsh, the property is called 'Land of the Ash Trees'. Trees were there way before we put in an appearance on the planet and will way outlive us. When I lose one in a storm I just hate it.
Strangely in more than one pieces of my writing I talk about a Willow thirty feet high and the 30 foot pond beside it on another property I owned and talk about a pond 'at whose edges the willow wept'. But surrounding that property too I had leylandii and poplars 50 feet high.
I could sit for ages just watching them sway in the breeze and ponder.
The song: 'Teddy O'Neill' is one of love and about the parting of kindred souls and the heartbreak where Teddy goes roving and loves another.
The poem: it is the Green waved boiling sea you describe. If one were to find the link with the song it would be the well written:
'I have climbed up the towering hill
touched the being of another soul
Then turned back into nothingness
became the grass upon the knoll'
Look poetry can take you anywhere or at least me and in those words I suddenly hear 'The grassy knoll' . Oliver Stone's 'JFK' and the famous words 'Back and to the left'. The assassination of JFK and was there anyone on the grassy knoll?
So I've done your postscript about Willow trees. So I've done the poem and the song. And I've done complete side-steps.
Now let me refocus on the poem if not also on you Tate Morgan:
This is a poem which reflects on life and death; Mother Earth and love; love gained and love lost; the uncertainty of the future but certainty about the past (about what else can we be certain?); change and hoped for happiness.
Listen Tate. I don't know. Is it the bipolar in me?
I would much rather sit down and say this to you face to face rather than this meaningless set of arbitrary words on a page.
This I have written has meaning but I find it shallow.
That's all I have to offer.
Frankly all it is, is an emotional reaction to words and music and self-analysis.
One of these days Tate, I would like to sit under a willow tree and talk to you face to face sharing a beer.
Then we can resign this 'piece of my words' to 'your history' and give both fresh meaning.
Forgive me for rambling from here to there and back again.
It's my worst fault but also my sole redeeming feature.
If you want a 10 word review that says 'Well written Tate. I like Willows too and your poem' you're fucked before I use my first word, Tate lol.
Take it easy and as it comes.
As ever you pen writing that moves me.
Your friend
James
Posted 9 Years Ago
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
9 Years Ago
This is the review I was waiting for the famous utterings of the great Magill. Depth emotion pain su.. read moreThis is the review I was waiting for the famous utterings of the great Magill. Depth emotion pain suffering lament and joy all wrapped in a coherent set of lines that explicitly tell me what you were feeling and thinking . I am glad you are from northern Ireland as many of my workings are laced with thoughts of the northern Irish ancestors I once lost in a journey my great great great grandfather made to the Americas. I cant help but miss the romanticism that the irish are famous for. But also the fair maid and princess of the Emerald Isle Lucy Hamilton .It was with her i once planned a life and with lament had to live without. It is a singular shinning moment in my life to receive a review of this caliber from you. One of my older friends who has since passed away here once wrote me a poem this one http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/poeticpiers/635145/ Until now I had never been moved by anothers thoughts on my work more. I thank you for that. I use common language and music to move the soul to remind me of the irish countryside and the dreams of the Irish ancestors who once stood at the edge of the green waved broiling seas and dreamed of the new world.Then stepped on those ships waved goodbye and knew they would never be returning.To them I say thank you for my life their dreams live in me! You know I see commonality in my poetry and my ancestors. The common experience of childhood and the hopes and dreams that were once resident in me and my friends .I look back on those years as the defining moments that formed my character.The lost child who made his way to adulthood armed with no more than a common thread that held me to my ancestors and childhood friends.Thank you
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