She ate melancholy
by the spoon,
directly from the jar…
All her aprons
stained with
sorrow scars…
Knittting misery
mittens and
misery scarfs.
Making sigh-beads
Necklaces alone
In the dark…
Not a shriek,
not a squeal,
not a howl…
Just waiting for
the night, to take
her final bow.
Cyranny's Cove 
❤️
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I wanna improve on my poems can I get some pointers
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Do you have any of them online that I could have a look at?
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https://sjohndotblog.wordpress.com/
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I love this soooooo much . I keep picturing melancholy as a jar of Nutella …
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Oh my never thought about it, but it does fit so well!! Though I don’t have much of a sweet tooth, a spoonful of Nutella does rhyme with melancholy 🙂
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Tugging at the heart strings again! ❤
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I have been there. Except the mittens and scarves were crocheted. Great imagery – simple but very relatable. BTW, I have nominated you for a lyric challenge. You can find out about it here https://beinglydia.com/2018/08/27/song-lyric-sunday-marry-you/. If you don’t want to accept, I will understand and will still stop by and visit when I can. Maybe I will bring my happy crochet with me.!
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This is….. words fail me. These short phrases tell of such pain, sorrow and the depths of loneliness. “aprons stained with sorrow scars”. Brilliant!
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Dear Anne, this comment really really touches me! Thank you!! I can hardly describe how it feels to read that some people connect with a bouquet of my words so vividly… I think it must be pretty similar to the feeling of a performer that gets applauded after the end of the play…. Except I am not on stage, and that’s really really great because I’ve got terrible stage fright!! 😉
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Okay, enough fooling around. You need to be paid for this beauty and quit your day job. You are an exceptional writer.
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Okie, did you and Anne team up to make me blush?? Yes? Well it is working, Ladies!! *blushing BIG time* and I am hardly exagerating! Thank you, Cheryl 🙂 xx
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The shadow.
He saw himself
Only at night
With a certain grace
In a certain light
That vanished at the break of day
In sunlight colour fades away
A mirror showed him no reflection
No responses. Cold rejections.
Memories of the past. Illusions.
Thoughts of future. Sad delusions.
Forever in the dark to be
A product of some fantasy
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Kind of sad… Especially knowing that both will be gone come dawn. But if they both revive when the sun will set again, all is good in the end 😉 This is going to your private boudoir in a minute, good Sir! Thank you for the little gem 😉 xx
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