The Willow Weeps Comments

This is a wonderful poem very descriptive, and wonderfully well written! !

Simply beautiful. So moving. Thank You

You have earned a new fan, Valerie.....

Wow! This is a beautiful poem, a work of art. Rhymes and flows effortlessly. A pleasure to read.

Another beautifully creative write. I had a Willow tree in my backyard when I was a kid and I remember crying because my parents told me that if us four girls wanted a swimming pool put in then the Willow tree had to go.....so the Willow tree went but I'm proud to say I was the only hold out! I just loved lying under that tree so much! Your poem has brought back some cherished memories for me! Thanks for another gorgeous poem!

A sad tone beautifully written and finely set. I thoroughly enjoyed reading. I'm drawn to this composition, and especially feel the spirit of it, for I have written one much akin to it, though I haven't had the opportunity to post it as of yet. Good job Val.

It's a sad piece but at the same time it gives me a nice feeling from reading it.

How beautiful and magnificient poem! Top marksss! !

absolutely another beautiful and lovely poem..such a magical dimension you have created here..so lovely! _Soul

A poet peeps into places where light can not venture. That is true with this poem. Thanks a lot for this treat.

Had to read this two more times because I needed to get it across my puny mind. Well crafted imagery Valerie, it felt like a fairy tale with Brothers Grimm illustrations. I don't see the need to cry with such a magnificent companion this is a touch of beauty, thank you for sharing

How lovely Valerie, touched my heart.

Love the personification of the Willow and ending, and the possible metaphor of the stone as death, or from a broken heart that can feel emotions no longer.

wow wat a beautiful poem mam..........the imagination of turning into stone, the emotions in depth of loneliness is very nicely portrayed in ur poem

Magic pen transformed in flute playing a touching song, it filled my room's air with a scent of salt. Thank you!

This fine poem remindes me of another fine poem by Emily Dickinson with some similar emotions touched. See below. I Died For Beauty I died for beauty, but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was lain In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed? For beauty, I replied. And I for truth - the two are one; We brethren are, he said. And so, as kinsmen met a-night, We talked between the rooms, Until the moss had reached our lips, And covered up our names. Emily Dickinson

Such wonder and beauty in your words. Deep, sweet poetry.

A pathetic song written so beautifully that music pours along! A brilliant poem Valerie! Loved it!

Sadness spreads everywhere.Nature cries, when we cry.Cinematic language goes like this.A wonderful poem from a wonderful poetess!

Such a beautiful poem Valerie