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Melancholy (revised)
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Melancholy (revised) |
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Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA 
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The pencil still remains unsharpened. May came unnoticed. In the yard, The sprouts spread the verdant carpet And all is stirring, but the heart. There, on the grass, under the thickets, Where you and I, once in the fall, Hid from the rain, the restless crickets Evoke your laughter in my soul. I miss you dear, -- your lustful smile, And that imprudent, heedless gaze That draws one further into guile And leaves unsatisfied and dazed. How many winters passed us by, When verses kept the fire burning? You came one night to say “good-bye,” And left me early in the morning. Since then, I have not heard a word. I’ve searched for you with no avail, And by the icons prayed the Lord When all the rest appeared to fail. And now I hear the mellow songs Of nightingales in the evening And all this beauty just prolongs The day of solitude and grieving. |
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RMW Senior Member
since 2001-03-21
Posts 1424 |
Very well done. Bob |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Yes melancholy...James |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
superb Master. . . you've captured that feeling well here. . . the words convey it well. . . the memories, the loss. . . excellent. . . -------------------------------------------------------- To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world. |
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Joyce Johnson
since 2001-03-10
Posts 9912Washington State |
A lovely rhythm to this poem. Joyce |
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