Melancholy

Melancholy
(An offering to the flower girl)

She has an old violin without a bow
___sawdust in silence stings
The swished horse’s tail is unheard.
______“Nothing” is never the —“No Thing.”

Breathing—
___ Night’s crickets commence;
______her song announces endowments

What spheres revolve
___before engulfed inside
______love’s turning tacit bud?

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© RH Peat 1/21/2012 11:17pm
Form 3 stanzas/ 9 lines/ Parody
In Response: Rachel Ann Butler, hugs and kisses
to her: Felicity

Dorothy A. Holmes apwlts2
Read this again and again...it holds secrets, created by the melancholy...one must change the music the heart sings... Dorothy Singing Still...always a new song

Sylvia Frances Chan
Pretty Melancholy, nice write, Ron!

Cat
lovely form and nicely written