- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Weep For The Black Willow
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Click hereNot bent nor broken,
but felled mid the mangroves,
where overhangs hide snook and redfish,
where a blue heron sits silently perched on one leg,
a black willow died;
its catkins, once nectar for the many,
its bark, once food for the small Florida deer,
its shade, once refuge for a lonely poet,
its memory, swept by the power of a hurricane
its bounty now dwells in dreaming of whales....
- COMMENTS
Maria2394over 17 years agoI especially loved your descriptions of the swamp and creatures. Wonderful job:)
are you familiar wth 6 mile cypress outside FT Meyers?
xoxo
maria
My Erotic Trailover 17 years agoEXCELLENT poem! Tempo to topic, (~_*) I see the deer in blue... the Heron peg legged and recalled a flavor, I have not savored in awhile, redfish! But what I miss the most, fishing under the over hang of a black willow. Paramount poem! (~_~)
ishtatover 17 years agoI like this partly because the images are so clear and also because of the sharp contrast with the ancient European tradition that the willow tree is associated with malevolent magic.
LeBrozover 17 years agoAll life's joys and treasures
So ephemeral;
Looking back we mourn their passing
And remember.
Anonymousover 17 years agoimagery and figurative language adds atmosphere here, mentioned in today's new poem reviews.
