The Willow Weeps Poem by Ferdinando Paparella

The Willow Weeps



What once was the trunk
of a wise weeping willow
is now a withered page of paper
stained with the blood of an illiterate poet.

Too wet to write on
and too red to read from
the page lay slain, a victim of life.
Frail and frivolous. Used and useless.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
ata khan 01 February 2009

Woah, this is a beautiful poem, very meaningful 10/10

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