remembering

Grounded life, unsettled life, and I

Who do you weep for, willow?
you, certain, stalwart of goodness-
roots seeking solid footing,
leaves seeking light ever faithful...
Ne’er do you hasten to where you know not to go.
You shout to the heavens
from your core of ringed reminders
of years past.
Shed are the layers of yore
for the treasures of the present…

You see the ones who adulate their own virtues-
Yet still you smile upon and
watch them run within four walls.
They hasten to where they cannot go.
You know where peace exists
and in your patience,
it is they you weep for.

Even as the glass plane of still water
will hold a wrinkle from a passing breeze…
underneath, a maelstrom of
of unsettled molecules
in motion,
alas all colliding...
O the exterior contrivance!
All is not always what it seems.

I possess a bit of you
and those others...
Grappling with desire
I hasten away from where I should not go.
Tho' my roots bemoan my outward facets-
contented depth confused with the shallow surface
of my wanderlust and weeping-
in my self-pity...

I hear your wise whispers, willow:
"pray, delighted soul, let the breeze visit, but
reject temptation to force wind
upon icy countenance
through self-mass in motion.”

I now, upon your word, shall not be moved
despite my own desire.
I am held
as weeping branches
hold leaves
flitting
in the wind.

That is life, willow.
I rejoice.

...and I close my eyes
to remember the breeze.

Author's Note

For this and all my poetry, please critique! I will never get better unless i hear from you who are further along in this craft. I seek objective reviews. grateful...

Reviews

[Mel Lisa]

lovely poem about a willow tree. great imagery and word usage.

[Rick Stassi]

Thank you so much for the review! Glad you liked it :)