Thursday, August 1, 2013

Willow

Willow went a walkin'
bare root by the water.
She saw her own reflection
and couldn't turn away.

I watched the creek mud climb her thighs,
but I didn't sympathize.
Willow grew a beauty,
and I was planted plain.

13 comments:

Brian Miller said...

ha.
oft those with outer beauty
are consumed by it

and those that arent
just dont see theirs
smiles.

Eric (Bubba) Alder said...

Very Zen feel... but of course.

lovemorestudio said...

Gorgeous. ~peace, Jason

lovemorestudio said...

Gorgeous. ~peace, Jason

Sylvia K said...

I love it! Darned old willows!! I was planted plain, too!!

Kerry O'Connor said...

I see nothing plain around these parts.

Sioux said...

"...planted plain."

Okay, I admit it. I actually counted the words (I think it is 39 but perhaps I miscounted). I wanted to know how something so short could blow me away.

Mama Zen, you are mind-blowingly brilliant. Are you working on another book of poetry?

Fireblossom said...

Oh please.

Gail said...

So much said here beautifully.

LaTonya Baldwin said...

Love Willows. Sad the speaker doesn't see her own beauty.

Laurie Kolp said...

I have to second what LaTonya said...

Mary said...

Beauty should not be a competition....but I know sometime that is easier said than done.

Lorraine said...

No one who writes like you could ever be plain,nor trees you chant about nor Willows