Weeping Willow

Weeping Willow

A Poem by Tate Morgan
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The sky and clouds tell my purpose to the green waved broiling sea The ones I loved, whom I left behind will long to follow near after me

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What will they say of me when I'm gone

will I be thought of as kind and warm

In time to come when I'm no more

left but the dust born to the storm

 

How I sense the depth of love

that the Earth has for its own

Nurturing all of which we are made

from the seeds of life it's sown

 

 I have climbed up the towering hill

touched the being of another soul

Then turned back into nothingness

became the grass upon the knoll

 

 The sky and clouds tell my purpose

to the green waved broiling sea

The ones I loved, whom I left behind

will long to follow near after me

 

Will sunrise glow on another face

whose features so look like me

Then lift the spirit I left behind

bearing me back to the Willow Tree

 

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Author's Note

Tate Morgan
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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Dear Tate

For good or ill I'm back.

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.

Tate Morgan

9 Years Ago

thank you Yes we get along well you and I
Tate Morgan

9 Years Ago

One day we may sit under that tree and have that beer you and me
James Hanna-Magill

9 Years Ago

Dear Tate, I really do hope one day we shall do that together. Your friend, James



Reviews

Oh how breathtaking, you each word painted such lovely visions within my mind, I could see that beautiful willow tree and imagine so many things underneath it, when I was growing up I had a pine tree that I loved playing under, use to build little houses out of the twigs, reading you poem made think of that and the fun I use to have, thanks so much for sharing, your poem surely was a most pleasureable read, your awesome poetic gifts really shines with this piece you've penned, bravo and thanks ever so much for sharing xoxo

Posted 11 Years Ago


"The ones I loved, whom I left behind will long to follow near after me." Every line stands graceful as the willow... this line is a reminder of those I wish to follow.

Beautifully written.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Your imagery here is full of subtext about the cycles of life, and our intimate connections to those cycles, maybe as an allegory between natural cycles and the cycles of our relationships in life, from birth to death. They say that smell is the strongest sense tied to memory, but I think that may well depend on the vividness of the sense. That Willow tree seems to be a visual signpost tying a lot of your memories together. Well done, beautiful poem Tate.

Posted 11 Years Ago


Tate i love this .. i have a poem called weeping willow too.. your poetry is as usual amazing

Posted 11 Years Ago


Beautiful poem.

Posted 12 Years Ago


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I love the things you write about and the spirit in which you write them! this is again another beautiful poem :)

Posted 12 Years Ago


beautifully illistrated, well penned prose poem, emotive , i love the way you write and very much enjoy reading your words! :)

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

this is the type of poem that just begs to be read out loud - the alliteration and the sentiment are so much stronger when this piece is spoken and the ears can hear the beauty in the words.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Beautiful, thought-provoking, lovely poem. I love the calming feeling it has. It deals with such a heavy topic, yet you managed to keep the feeling of the piece itself calm and serene. Lovely work!

-Teagan.

Posted 12 Years Ago


This is so gentle, so philosophical poem, provoking thoughts about life and death, about the meaning of existance and the nature..I love the expression of the Willow tree here, its also one of my favorite trees! It looks weeping, and maybe our spirit could touch its tears one day...I love it! thank you...
~nia~

Posted 12 Years Ago



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