15 Poems from the Willow

The seed planted at Willow's Walk spawned a tradition - it listens to poems, told by anyone that will share. Handy Pockets is an avid collectors and teller of these poems, and here is 15 poems selected by her that were told to the Willow, drawn from her personal poetry collection. Most are told by Awiiya and Handy Pockets, the two most frequent visitors to the cool banks where the Willow resides. Read them, enjoy them, and perhaps you will grow an inch or two in the process. Muddy Feet
Handy Pockets

Poetry
A happy dance
The willow has us in its trance
Mud oozing through our toes
Peace in silence
Joy filled sunshine
Arm is raised
Growth is praised
No one has a clue
Seems I have no shoes
The willow has us in its trance
A happy dance A Tune of Weeds
Handy Pockets

Little Willow seed,
All around you
Warm breeze
Dust on the sunbeam
Like Fairytale dust
Swirling, twirling,
glittering in the sunshine
Gentle noise of bugs
and singing blades of grass
And the hand that protects
Little Willow seed. Willow's Poem
Keith Moon

With watchful waters offered here
Beside the path of Willow's ghost
Three faithful friends are drawing near
To show what love they value most.
In humid nights, on endless days,
In lively, palpitating tones,
We grant you nourishment from rays
And settled, long forgotten bones.
We trust your growth will rapid be
With care from your devoted three. Rendril Revant

nestled in a cover of rushes
lies a willow that often blushes
so many lovers pass with glee
I think I'll call it the kissing tree. What is the Secret?
Awiiya

Tonight the lake stands at dark
With the little island its beauty mark
The reeds its hair
Flowing green and fair
The birds make the mouth
Their cries ever so loud
The people go by and sigh
Remarking how her beauty abides
But the secret of this lake,
The heart that none shall take,
Is you, little Willow sprout.
And of that, none doubt. Delight
Handy Pockets

We tend the seeds here everynight.
Sun shines to us in every light.
No matter the prevailing winds.
Our seeds know how to wrap and twined.
Our emotions glowing ever bright.

Friends we see here only every fortnight.
They see what eyes see; true delight.
Against the ones who might be blind.
We tend the seeds here everynight.

When standing together in their sight.
Inviting gold and shining armor of knights.
And when our friendships glue and bind.
We know the stories and poems did wind.
Together we stand here to share our delight.
We tend the seeds here everynight. Catkin Blessings
Phantom Orchid

Catkin blessings sow longing in the air
Plumes of burgeoning majesty, a truly illustrious snare
From glen to glen, tangoing gallantly in the wind
Two-stepping with moon ray sparkles, a twirl and a spin
A soft breath, a waltz into the garden of peculiarities
Rhizomatous dreams ensnaring, a bed of hilarity
Cold hearts melt, veneer stripped from secrets left untold
By a humble gardener named Kets - loving, caring and bold. Two Souls Stand, See?
Handy Pockets

As the mist clears, and
The sun warms my soul.
I , on this stone path
So cool under my feet,
Watch as they come and
Hear their voices increase
He is the first to understand my desire
To learn all I can, it grows like fire.
The two, hand in hand, bring
words to convey how we tend
friends and seeds, through words
Everyday.
There are those who join not
nearly enough; blame those that
Steal their armor and stuff.
I , on this stone path,
Hear their voices increase. Fighting The War
Nacirema Asu

Did you hear? They say there is war.
How can you sit there and ask for more.
If the only reason to join is for the win.
The tale you tell, how will it spin.
Will the memories you tell be true.
Or will the cries and voices haunt you.
Two friends who won’t fight,
Two reasons come to light.
One, truth of calm conviction.
One, passivism is the restriction. Robin Mea

The friendship means always lot
Never ends, no needs for dot
The friend in you that I've just got
Is realy precious, be worried not
I hope the battles in which we fought
Make us grow in way we never thought
Maybe one day will stand together
On battle ground, asking why or whether
But till that day, let us be friends
When we meet again lets shake our hands. Hide and Seeked
Handy Pockets

Why do my words run and hide?
I walk and watch them drop by my side.
To pick them up is to see them subside.
I know they are words, good and true.
to express feelings of delight or blue.
Why do my words run and hide? Yoshi

You are a sign of life.
A sign of love and not of strife.
You show the way we all should live,
how not to take, but instead should give.
You show the peace that we should have,
how not to scowl, but instead should laugh.
You show the joy that we should share,
how not to turn, but instead should care.
You show the patience that we should show,
how not to shrink, but instead should grow.
You show the love that we should extend,
how not to hate, but instead should befriend.
You show how gentle we should be,
how not to argue, but instead should agree.
How not to entangle,
but instead should let free. Weak Words from a Crack in a Wall
Awiiya

Don't tell me you're an embarrassment
When the truth is far from there
You know I could never say that
About someone who plays with my hair
You know you're never why my cheeks turn red
You're not even the reason for this blue
All these shades, all these hues,
It's not you that hits and makes me bruise
It's me. And that's that,
Please, no nickles in my hat
Human only, gods exist in the afterlife
Gods don't massage me, or monitor my strife
When you say to me you are sorry for things
That curve and bend out of your control
It makes me want to roll down a hill
Laugh and shout things like Jill
And never break a crown
Nope, not crack a frown.
You're not an embarrassment. You're just a friend Two Peas Separated
Awiiya

I walked, in silence I did not talk.
While I moved my two feet I looked up, and heard a screech.
Two birds sailed, intertwined, and vined their way across the sky.
They careened and carelessly leaned, as if there were no land.
No earth, no dirt, and none of us walking slowly upon it.
We danced once, like that. Once without the earth beneath our toes.
In the silent Gazebo with flowers sublime, we did a tango so shy.
We slipped and tugged, until I considered you mine.
The birds separated in flight, one to the left over the sand, the other to the mountains so high.
But I did not forget, how they spun under the nose of the sun.
I did not forget our tango. And the flowers I hold in my hands attempt to say...
Something I cannot quite put down, or lay.
If I am here, where are you? Wisdom Is Dead, All That Remains is Memory
Awiiya

The blanket of the dead, it snakes and curves alive.
Open and flighty, they topple themself.
The little hands knitting, they on her infinite wool shelf.
The little hands open and close like buds,
A thousand seasons cycling through the warm season love.
They knit, she sits, and the time flits, it does not matter.
One, two, three, twenty four, her hands in a constant chatter.
She creates a blanket, miles long, in a pile on her wooden floor.
She whispers to each of the technicolor threads she holds, why she loves them more.
"For you, Joseph. Annie. Hearthrow. Jimmy. Mother. Sister. Brother."
Her dead, she lets them live and play, within the fuzzy confines.
The blanket of the dead, it snakes and curves alive.