Apparently it is National Poetry Writing Month – who knew?
The Willow – by Lynne Ayers
Like the graceful willow
I can bend and sway
And twist around
To touch the ground
When gentle breezes blow.
And when the winds blow strong
I know I pull and strain,
But still I stand
In shifting sand
To a song that is my own.
If I can I’ll always be
As lithe and strong
As that willow tree.
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Beautiful Lynne! This somehow conjured up an image of someone practicing yoga!!
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Well, I do yoga, but the image you conjured up couldn’t have been me because I can tell you I’m not that graceful in my yoga.
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I wish I could hear you recite this. Just beautiful. I always wished I could write poetry but the skill has always alluded me.
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What a kind compliment – thank you. I’ve got poems going back to when I was 17 – suffice to say that was some time ago but I’ve always found poetry comes easiest when I am full of angst.
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When I was a kid, our next-door neighbor had a huge willow in their backyard that hung over our backyard, so your imagery made me think of my childhood.
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As long as they are happy memories … I’m pleased that words I write can stir something, anything, in another.
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The Willow tree reminds of of the resilient , graceful bamboo of the tropics. When heavy winds blow, it follows its direction so it won’t break. It’s strenth and grace gives it durablity and flexibility. Thus, like the willow tree, it survives the harsh trials of the natural elements. In a way, these magnificent trees reminds us how we should adjust our lives when storm comes. Beautiful poetry. thanks.
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When the winds come up in the garden it’s interesting and amazing to see just how much resilience all the trees have.
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I love to watch willows dance in a breeze.
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It is very much like a dance isn’t it – some techie person should put it to music.
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Have you ever seen the youtube clip starring a 10 ft tall inflatable cartoon man whose arms wave with the breeze. A maybe 3 yr old boy stands in front imitating and dancing with the balloon creature. So sweet that freedom to expression that children have and some of us find a way to keep.
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I haven’t seen the UTube but I have seen the inflatables you refer to and I can just imagine the simple joy that would be apparent in a child imitating the movements.
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I grew up hearing the words, “you must bend like a willow”. Great poem! Great imagery!
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