Weeping willows
shed not a tear
Long tendrils sing
with elated grace
Content to follow
and bend to the wind
Branches obey
for kinship’s sake
between what stands
and that which moves
For without one
the other goes unseen
There can be no dance
without a gentle sway

c.b. 2011

14 thoughts on “Kindred

  1. I like “there can be no dance without a gently sway”. Figurative writing/personification…the long tendrils sing….Yes! I like your imagery.
    When I “liked” your post the strange little face appeared. Not sure what that is about.


    • Hmmm . . . I don’t know about the face, but I see a nice little geometric pattern. πŸ™‚

      The tree that inspired this moved with so much personality I had no choice but to play with personification!

      As always, thanks for reading! πŸ™‚


    • Thanks! πŸ™‚ I’m thankful that I was taught to notice something as simple and beautiful as a tree blowing in the breeze, (thanks for that, as well!). Too many people walk right by and never even see it.


    • Thanks! πŸ™‚ This is the one I was trying to title yesterday while we wrote together. That’s how it usually goes – The poem comes very quickly, (it was done while I was in London), but the title always seems to take the scenic route. Ha ha!


  2. There is a beautiful, huge, willow tree out front here and I often watch it swaying in the breeze or bending in the wind from the comfort of my kitchen window. You captured its spirit beautifully.


  3. Weeping willows are so poetic! I love this. I included a weeping willow in one of my short stories — we used to have one growing up and there’s just something about that tree. Kind of like the sturdiness of the oak, the weeping willow has its own personality. Mmmmm… I love the words you use – the tendrils, the dancing and swaying. I love “Branches obey” — that just adds to the personality of the tree! This might be one of my favorite poems that you wrote!


    • It’s funny that you mention the personality of the tree, because that very idea is what inspired this piece. I was sitting in St. James Park and noticed a willow across the pond – I couldn’t help thinking to myself how this tree had some serious personality. So, I played with that and ended with a poem I never expected I could write.

      Thanks for reading! πŸ™‚


  4. this poem reminded me both of the weeping willows along the Boston Common as well as the way South Koreans almost always do what their families want of them. It was a personal juxtaposition of both of my realities right now.

    I loved the imagery. What strikes me most about your poetry is the consistency of the number of syllables, so that each one sounds almost song like. =)


    • What an interesting perspective. I never thought of it in this way, but it’s a beautiful interpretation. Thanks so much for sharing. πŸ™‚

      Syllables are something I don’t pay much attention to, but the words always seem to naturally fall into a nice flow. I just follow whatever is happening in my head. Sometimes that process works really well and sometimes it doesn’t! Lol.


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