Willows Weep

A Punishment

 

the willow weeps its final tears

whipping wicked winds

protected by its armor

not feeling its own licks

its vitality buried deep

beneath the hardening earth

I remember the sting

of the lashing

and the cold cloth after

weeping, weeping,

tearless, as a winter willow

burying my vitality deep

awaiting a warm spring

Reviews

[Miss Sharon]

(awaiting a warm spring


(awaiting a warm spring) I know this feeling well because I live in Colorado! This is a beautiful post. ~Sharon

[Patricia]

Thank you Miss Sharon! Nice to see you.

[emmajoygreen]

Weather, ignorance and humankind beats the hell out of nature - out of being too small to defend selves, leaving scars and memories that endlessly turns a tide from a shore. I sense your poem holds secrets, thoughts that need shackles somewhere out of sight and spirit. Nature can represent so much more than the initial look and touch.. .. Sad, emotional.. more than, Patricia.

[Patricia]

Thank you emma, and yet, I love the Willow tree.

[emmajoygreen]

I agree wholeheartedly. But then I love trees, full-stop!

[JD Major]

Speaks to the human spirit, and to words well written ...
Strength, solid beneath the surface, amour forged of pain and resolve,
knowing that from Winter springs Hope.

[Patricia]

Thank you JD

[Betty Hermelee]

Ouch! That lashing is painful…your words portray the slow demise of the this beautiful tree….and how it affects not only the willow but us as well…physical abuse is tormenting and everlasting… and see it in my work with abused and neglected children …….a gem of a poem P.
Love it!
Warmly and hugs, B

[Patricia]

Thank you B!

[Betty Hermelee]

You are very welcome dear P.
Happy day!
Warmly, B

[Chris Shaw]

I remember the sting of the lashing. How could anyone forget that. The willow here, hard like a cricket bat. Your poem dear Patricia speaks to this reader of mental and physical abuse. It is grand to see you posting. It has been a while dear poet.

Chris

[Patricia]

Thank you Chris, yes, it has been awhile, life has been unusually busy with family obligations and finishing my second book and the loss of my beloved Collie, Ciara. But things are better and slowing down. so hopefully I can get back to my visits here.

[Poetic Beauty]

This makes me think of a person who has drawn within themselves for they have suffered much physically and mentally abuse. It is their way of surviving and making it through such harsh and terrible treatment.

The use of nature to depict the brutality of it is a way of making it profound yet a little softer in visuals than a description of it happening to a person. Less shocking i guess is what I’m saying

[Patricia]

Thank you beauty!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

a warm spring...April tears.
the human is weeping...the winds are wicked, life is harsh.
I hope it is warm.
This as wicked as the winds you mention.
And there is much vitality in these words.
j.

[Patricia]

Thank you j.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Patricia… Weeping Willows keep a Vigil through trials and tribulations… We depend on their Prayers and Sighs when Thunder Roars and Lightening strikes within our Soul. Softly, Pat

[Patricia]

Thank you Patricia