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Mother Willow

January 6, 2009
By GypsyRose GOLD, Charlotte, North Carolina
GypsyRose GOLD, Charlotte, North Carolina
10 articles 2 photos 3 comments

Old Limbs
Reaching up to the sky
Scratch at the stars with gnarled black nails
Twisted fingers tearing at the heavens

Her stooped and distorted back
bends low
Her belly facing to the ground
like a child,scorned and beaten.

Ragged and Rough
There is no kindness
No passion
Among those warped tendrils

All green of youth is gone
left in the whirling ages of time
Only a convoluted skeleton,
Remains in the night.


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on Dec. 21 2012 at 4:13 pm
Shahiro PLATINUM, Johnston, Iowa
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Favorite Quote:
"Soon we must all choose between what is right and what is easy." - Dumbledore (Goblet of Fire)

Wow... its a really nice twist on the concept of willow trees! I've allways associated willow trees with love, caring, and gentleness.... This poem is a whole new perspective - nice work!!! ps.please check out my work...

on Mar. 18 2010 at 11:48 am
NonsensicalMuse PLATINUM, San Anotnio, Texas
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Favorite Quote:
&quot;There is nothing wrong with having your head in the clouds as long as you don&#039;t get altitude sickness&quot;<br /> <br /> &quot;Perhaps you are right,perhaps not. I don&#039;t know 110% either way.All I know is that Im in search of truth. If you are too, let us be friends.&quot;

I love it-at my old house we had a grandmother willow in our back yard-she was wonderful-your poem reminds me of her-

Backflow Bob said...
on Jan. 20 2009 at 2:44 pm
You really paint a great picture with words! A picture that is alive with feeling and a hint of "history," even. Your poem leaves me wanting to hear more about the life that Mother Willow has had. Keep writing!

Ray Hemora said...
on Jan. 17 2009 at 7:49 pm
Sounds a little emo, but once you get past the depressing words it's beautiful!!!