Melancholy
Melancholy encased my heart
a quick cold dart
of pain yet bliss
feeling amiss.
The words I never chanced to say
on any day
slipped by in time
silent, sublime.
Chances given but taken back
leaving a track
of broken dreams
or so it seems.
. . .
We all write poems;
it is simply that poets are the ones who write in words.
—John Fowles
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Photo: Red Bud Dreams © Kathryn LeRoy
Poem Form: Minute Poem
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