Said He..
You
have the toughness
of a willow tree.
Perhaps, you'll tell me,
a weeping willow,
but a certain beguiling durability
nonetheless.
have the toughness
of a willow tree.
Perhaps, you'll tell me,
a weeping willow,
but a certain beguiling durability
nonetheless.
posted by Ruby Justice at 6:41 PM
9 Comments:
My favourite trees are the sufsafs, dull green on the surface, silver shine on the back... unlike most things in life that are mostly "min barra rkham w min joowa skham.." Weeping willows come next in line.. so graceful, so humble, unafraid to show their droop... their beauty in their ways of reaching the energising rivers for life... Have I ever told you about my imaginery friend with whom I shared my problems on the banks of a river?? He had a scar on his face, a beautiful scar that I later found out was my own... I was too young to know then...
Short and powerful is your poem. You get better by the day... how deeply you touch yr moments and those of others...Lucky are those who receive your gifts.
Have I told you lately that I love you ??? :-)
Off to the spring sunny day
mwah!
These words are not mine..I just stole them from another poet and posted :-)
Aren't they beautiful?
Can a change in context and formatting constitute theft? Isn't the child that comes home muddy, scratched and exhausted from play all the more beautiful when bathed, fed, and laying happily in bed, radiant with the loving ministrations of the one who saw the beauty in the child from the beginning?
Hala, Meet the poetic poet, Ross.
Hi Ross :-)
Sabat il kheir ya!
Ross..
Sabah il noor ya kteer mahdoum.
:-)
(to Ross)
"Sabat" el khair is ever nicer than Sabah el khair. A basket of khair.... I love it.
Sabat el khair to you ...
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