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Willow
The trunk
twisted, crouching
in the shadows,
bent like the back
of an old man
on a cane
the roots
forcing down,
piercing the soil,
willing their claws
deeper and deeper
the leaves,
hinging limply
like a cascade of green,
clinging to the branches;
the small buds
slowly bursting
the branches
flexing, swaying
like silk threads
light as
a feather
in the breezes
the weeping willow
silent
in sorrow, whispering
a magical melody
filled with
peace and harmony.
It was for a school assignment: we were to create a poem, not necessarily a rhyming one, but it had to have various poetic devices. Anyway, just wondering what you thought of it.
The trunk
twisted, crouching
in the shadows,
bent like the back
of an old man
on a cane
the roots
forcing down,
piercing the soil,
willing their claws
deeper and deeper
the leaves,
hinging limply
like a cascade of green,
clinging to the branches;
the small buds
slowly bursting
the branches
flexing, swaying
like silk threads
light as
a feather
in the breezes
the weeping willow
silent
in sorrow, whispering
a magical melody
filled with
peace and harmony.
It was for a school assignment: we were to create a poem, not necessarily a rhyming one, but it had to have various poetic devices. Anyway, just wondering what you thought of it.