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Pussy Willow
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Pussy Willow Pussy Willow written November 29th, 2020 I walked by you this summer dressed in your green finery. If I thought anything it was, "what a nice little tree." I am sorry say I did not look close enough form much of an impression. Now fall has come you have shivered most of your leaves off a few hold on tenaciously trying in vain cover your virtues. I look at you and am I ever surprised! Your branches are craggy and twisted displaying the lovely complexity of advanced age result of many exposures the storms of life. The tips of your branches hold fuzzy little nubs that remind me of pussy willows. I stand near and marvel at the aching tenderness of your womanhood kept hidden until now under your leafy raiment. I look but I do not touch I have not asked permission and I will not. I hope the world continues to pass you by leaving you unmolested. It is not easy to be so revealed. I look forward to seeing you next summer all dressed up again. I will smile and nod as I pass by knowing what your verdant covering hides beneath it. |
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This poem is more of a conversation, or reflection, on a tree that I walk by each day. I worry about the varying length of the lines, the differences in the stanzas, and punctuation. But it is what it is and I have to let it go at some point. Many of my poems are filled with angst and pain. This one makes me smile.
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I enjoyed reading your poem. In addition, gazing at your naked back and derrière enhanced the experience. Thank You for the share 
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It is a lovely Poam. It is true of any tree. It it true about people too. For every hour of every day We change in many ways We grow older ,taller , fatter Then with time we reverse. Become one with the earth. "We where born to die what we do inbetween is what counts" I sit in the woods many day wondering what many old trees haVe seen before me. I've sat in the woods and herd the mighty oak crash to the ground Only to lay there till it decays . What a sound it had made on its last standing day. Only the animals and I herd it last it's last cry as now that it lays to rest. Yet it still has a function it still can be used it grew for a reason All of them season Xoxoxo to you ,Thomas
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11/29/2020 6:57 am |
Nice poem
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The beauty of this poem holds true, regardless of line length, meter or irregular stanza. It speaks to me and I feel a connection to the tree that can be difficult simply with words. I commend you on your imagery! blessings, ~myst~ “As with the butterfly, adversity is necessary to build character in people.” ~ JB Wirthlin 
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It matters not if you follow the literary rules, what is more meaningful is how you felt after letting go. We write to purge. We write to exult. We write to share. We write to feel alive in the allotted time of existence and leave a part of ourselves to be remembered. You have done this and more. Well done My name is MrWrong and I approved this comment
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