Swaying Willow

Braced beneath the swaying willow,

magic words were freed from their bonds,

and the spine of the book tumbled from fingers.

While the cool breeze carried both my thoughts and imagination.

Reviews

[Kim S.]

i have a willow in my backyard, love this write

[JE Falcon]

Boy, haven't we all been there? --- This was well written and held visuals in easy view. Thanks for the ride.

[Cherrie L Bill]

This is a moment I think most writers have. There something we've read stirs our imagination.

[M. J. Smith]

Sounds like a wonderful day. Makes one loathe to come back to earth. Beautiful words, Ma'am.

[Cherrie L Bill]

:) thank you well ee got snow ❄ under the willow this morning might need to trade in the the book for a ice scraper

[M. J. Smith]

Well, Cherries, maybe you can spend the day curled up with a nice cup of tea instead. If not, well, be safe.

[Cherrie L Bill]

Already at my desk, but a hot 🔥 cup of tea sounds good.

[William Michael Reeves]

The willows swayed in a gust of imagination
Freeing the words caught in a spell,
And your fingers fumbled trying to catch the pages
Carried on winds of thought in a brisk embrace.

[William Michael Reeves]

I'm seeing you under the majesty of a willow. The pages still in your hands after the spine falls winter sunlight sprinkling through the weeping leaves causing your words on the pages to sparkle. Nice imagery! Hang on, I'm thinking.....

[Cherrie L Bill]

Standing by..

[William Michael Reeves]

I did it. Just the usual rewrite taking your end in my first line and ending it with your first word. Sort of.

[William Michael Reeves]

Now I wish I could edit it. I wrote willows instead of willow.

[Cherrie L Bill]

You can't edit but you (save it)delete the post. Paste and then edit before you save it as a repost.

[William Michael Reeves]

It was just silly fun playing with your good poem. I'm not going to go to the trouble unless it becomes a train. I do like the question and answer thing. Read my review of Carlos' poem....I can't remember the title. La Croix something something in French.

[William Michael Reeves]

Chasing Des Choix the poem is called

[William Michael Reeves]

Chason des Choix

[Cherrie L Bill]

I love when I read a poem and it gives me a poem in return. I like seeing you do that as well. What better review than a poem.

[William Michael Reeves]

I agree. Says that the reader really read it. Was inspired by it. And made some attempt to understand it. With his I wrote his down and mine side by side and they looked great together. With yours I would almost call it chasing the poetic tail. Turning the words back around on themselves.

[Cherrie L Bill]

You I Know, is a poem I wrote after one of your comments.

[William Michael Reeves]

Oh really? I'm after it now!

[Chris Shaw]

So admire willows. Weeping willows and river willows. See alot of them on the banks of the river Thames. I particularly like their graceful movement. Your poem transported me Cherrie.

Chris

[Cherrie L Bill]

I love a willow it speaks to the soul.

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

I like the image of poetry painted in these words. Imagination being freed in thought beneath a willow tree. Very nice work Cherrie.

[Cherrie L Bill]

I'm going to use this to open a short story (I think).

[jacob erin-cilberto]

oh this is so atmospheric...and we used to have a Willow in our yard...grew over the neighbor's garage...he didn't like that so much....

cause he gave my dad the stick to plant for the willow....from his own tree, which died a few months later.
when the words are random...and reading frees us...we create our own stories...
love this,
j.

[Cherrie L Bill]

We had a willow. It was big large and full. I loved it we kept our picnic table under it. I miss that tree. Says the woman who lives in the middle of a forest. :)
I think I'm going to work this up to open a story.