willow at night (borrowed from Bing Images)
WEEPING BENEATH THE WILLOW
abandoning the night’s guiding light
she takes tentative trembling steps
through the brush, over mud and stones,
to disappear into the shadows of the bluffs
beneath the willow, the moon’s corona
can no longer shine on tear-stained cheeks
or crawl across the broken vessels of her heart;
she feels nothing but her own nails digging into flesh
2012-06-10
P. Wanken
Inspired by The Sunday Whirl Prompt #60 to use the following words: bluffs, willow, corona, brush, trembled, mud, crawl, vessels, nail, stain, shadows, and stones.
echoes from the silence 
Oh this is so sad, Paula… but beautiful!
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Thank you, Laurie. ❤
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I see the words sent you to sad too, Paula. A poignant scene full of heartache and longing. Beautifully done.
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Thank you, Traci. ❤
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Beautifully written, Paula!
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Thank you, Hannah. ❤
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You’re welcome!!
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a place to hide…very nice
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Yes…we don’t have weeping willows in San Antonio, but I remember hiding beneath the swaying branches when I lived up north.
Thanks.
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Well set up and defined images with which to tell your story. Excellent and smooth use of the wordle words.
Elizabeth
http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/
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Thank you, Elizabeth. ❤ I chose the word "willow" this week, via Brenda's request for input on The Whirl's facebook page. From the moment of choosing that word, on….I had an image of someone hiding beneath its branches. I just had to wait for the rest of the words to see how I could finish out the painting.
Paula
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I can REALLY feel this one, Paula! Well wordled.
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Thank you, Mary. Having chosen the word “willow” for this week, that tree became firmly rooted 😉 as the basis of whatever I was going to write.
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Oh this is terribly sad, Paula. A strong write.
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Brenda,
As I just replied to Mary, having chosen the word “willow” for you this week, I had a lot of time for that tree to take root 😉 in my mind…the rest of the words just had to branch out 😉 from there.
~Paula
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very sad
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Indeed…willows do that to me.
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So I see I have you to thank for the wonderful word -willow. Thank- you most deeply.
You have captured the willow’s ability to allow sadness a place to go.
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Ah, the lovely willow took root in your life, too…I think it’s my favorite tree.
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Oh yes, the willow is my all time favorite tree.You allowed me to write something I have wanted to write for a long time. I am truly grateful.
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Paula, what an image you created! I love the words “beneath the willow, the moon’s corona can no longer shine on tear stained cheeks ” Great poem
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Thank you, Sara. 🙂
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“the moon’s corona
can no longer shine on tear-stained cheeks
or crawl across the broken vessels of her heart”
LOVE this, Paula. Just beautiful.
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Thank you, De. I love the wordles…they make me use words I wouldn’t otherwise. Like “corona.” 🙂 I think I will gather my (now 60!) wordle poems into one “collection.” 🙂
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Oh! You should do that! So great! 🙂
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Another economical poem. Brevity is your forte with power! You never disappoint, Paula.
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Thank you, Walt.
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Paula, I like the play of light and dark, the “shadows of the bluffs” and being “beneath the willow” where the moon’s light cannot reach her. And then that strong, visceral ending!
Richard
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Thanks for the feedback…I don’t think I’m usually prone to “visceral.” But this one wanted to be there.
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