Your gnarled spine bows
Forward in remorse
Tethered by the roots, you pray
A voiceless soldier denied salvation
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Rigid arthritic limbs
Contort in archaic gesture
Frozen in the postures of a grim dance.
Quietly you await the music
That will unmake the world
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Serpentine, your filaments drip down
Skirting the river’s edge
Weeping by the shore
Sacred mother trapped in eternal mourning
Your freedom the destruction of all
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(This my story of why the weeping willow weeps. When she is finally free to dance she will unmake the world. Baring such an enormous burden she spends her days cast down in prayers that go unanswered.)
Wonderful metaphor. Your writing is so powerful. I look forward to knowing you better. Hugs, pat
Thank you so much for your encouraging words and the likes! I look forward to getting to know you as well, through my poetry is certainly a good way since it is the soul of me as I can tell with your poetry too you put so much heart into it
Yes, our poetry reveals a lot, but we artists are keen observers of life writing about what we see, sense, and wish for. Then there is also the phenomena of messages received that must go out to the world. We function as the voice of God in these instances. Learning to allow our Creator to manifest through us is a huge step in our spiritual awakening. Keep writing. Your work is important. Much love, pat
I think what we observe, our dreams, wishes are all reflections of self. Our perceptions of the world are vital to our experience. Thank you so much for your lovely words
This story is wonderful … your poem perfection.
Thank you so much, I wasn’t sure I made it clear
Beautiful but sad metaphor.
Thank you greatly for your wonderful comments
I wonder if Jesus felt the same way when He walked the earth announcing His mission while many refused it. Wonderful choice of wording…
Thank you very much, that’s a very interesting question you’ve posed