Open Poetry #22 |
Melancholy |
Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA |
You grope for the switch to turn the lights off. Lighting a match, you pull the shades lower. It's nearly impossible to light up a clove, A constant draft reaches you from the corner. As you ash your cigarette into a plastic cup, You reflect on the past, doleful and moody, And all that remains from the day is a ticket stub From the theater you left half-way into the movie. Check out my poetry here: |
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Corinne Member Ascendant
since 1999-10-28
Posts 5167state of confusion |
You've captured the essence of despair. Cor |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
You grope for the switch to turn the lights off.... It's easier to cry in the darkness seeing that it's a tired movie anyway. This pretty much sums up my melancholy mood tonight. waaa waaaa waaaa!!! |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
"And all that remains from the day is a ticket stub From the theater you left half-way into the movie." Not the most memorable day, heh? Doleful...an apropos word. |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Master~ I find everything you write to be intriguing and well-done~ No exception here~ *Hugs* ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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