Writing Prompt

What was his name the one I saw there

Alone, filled with sorrow and despair

For he was old and tired and scared

Under the willow tree that he spent his afternoon there

For I was watching

Curious to see

What he was thinking about

What he was looking to find

Ripping grass and throwing rocks

It looked like he wanted to find some peace

He was holding a picture

Of a woman in it

Was it his wife...

Wind swept hair

Salty tears

Mascara running down her face

Yet I had never seen someone so beautiful

My heart skipped a beat

Breathing in and out

Without a doubt

I had to know who she was

I walked over

Slowly taking steps

Planning out what I would say

In my head

She looked up at me

Her blue eyes

Filled with despair and not glee

And asked who is thee

I announced my name

Asked if she was ok

But ...

The jogger rushing by was late for work, but they wanted to get in a few extra miles

The day has come, would they fit in the subway seat after so many trials?

The old lady with the pug, comes strolling by

Did you know that yesterday she sung to her baby their last lullaby?

A fawn in the distance, struggling to stand

Did you know her mother was killed by a man?

A figure upon a hill, under the w...

You there

Under the willow

Why do you weep so

Your fists clench

Your teeth grate

You rock back and forth

Eyes puffy and bloodshot

Curled up in a ball

You there

Under the willow

I don’t understand, no?

It’s a nice summer day

The birds are chirping

Critters frolicking

Sun shining down

With a breeze

You there

Under the willow

Why do those tears flow

Take a breath

Dry those eyes

Let the sun in

Feel...

Oh, there

Over there I see

A crying child

Beneath that Willow tree

Why are they crying?

Are they just sad

Or is someone they know

Dying?

Is it someone

I killed?

Is it someone

I’ve tasted?

Oh, crying child

Why do you weep?

You look like a cherry

Your cheeks so red, sweet

No, keep crying

Don’t pay me mind

Keep crying for something

While I come from behind

Shh, child

Do not weep no longer

Oh, th...

I see a wonderful willow tree in the distance

It’s beauty taking my breath away

I glance to the bench to see a older lady overfilled with her emotions

I stand there not knowing what to do

Wondering what could be happening in her head

What kind of thoughts are taking over her feelings

I walk over to her and sit there in silence

Not knowing what to do

What to say

We look over at each other...

The willow weeps enough alone

You need not cry with it

I hope you understand

I need someone who understands

And

Every strand

Of emerald leaves that falls like tears from the strong trunk of the great tree

Knows me better

Than

I know the back of my own hand

I have someone who understands

Why should I keep looking?

I’ll sit and cry

Beneath sky

Beneath the tree

Because the willow is the only one...

When the willow wilts

Do you cry because you feel its pain?

Do you understand the leaves dropping

Are like tears falling?

Do you understand

That the color changing

Are the wrinkles forming?

Do you cry because you feel sympathy for the tree

Or do you cry

Because you feel empathy for yourself?

You wilting

waining,

Wandering

Wondering

willow tree...

I see you there

A tear rolls down your face

You play with your hair

Leaving me feeling out of place

If I go up, will you yell?

Or will you smile?

Will you give me hell,

Or let me stay awhile?

Willows branches swing

Covering you like an angel

You’re the most beautiful thing

It’s almost painful

To see you cry

It hurts my heart

Let me dry your eyes

And let’s restart

I’m a boy,

Who likes poetry...

_in a bright blue beanie _

_ under a willow tree_

_ she sits_

_ and i cant tell_

_who is weeping more —_

_ her,_

_ or the willow?_...