- Non-Erotic Poetry
- a willow bending
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I found a bag of babies
buried 'neath a tree
a grand and sweeping willow
near a stream
in a nightmare, wrapped in green
a cotton weave
of smoke and fog and gleem
an orange moon
rose and spoke
like God and snatched the bag away
in the nightmare
not the dream
I was helpless, willow swayed
bagged up hidden, stored away
like dusty bottles filled with change
saved up for a rainy day
re-posted for Boo who always loved it so much
- COMMENTS
MyZenTrailover 12 years agomesmerized~
the words flowed like a river
mystic~
I am glad you re-posted (~_*)
