WELCOME
..and here are a few things to keep in mind:
This blog contains mostly my poetry and a few thoughts from time to time. The thoughts will be entered when and wherever I feel necessary to keep things in proper order. Thoughts and things not belonging to me will be denoted with asterisks. Poems will be archived by the date which they were written, not by that which they were posted. I tend to update things a month or few after being written so as to keep current issues from wandering unattended around the web.
Enjoy...
[somberlife was first created July 11, 2004]
“The difficulty of literature is not to write, but to write what you mean; not to affect your reader, but to affect him precisely as you wish.”
~ Robert Louis Stevenson
Melancholy
Melancholy is charcoal gray (with a hint of pink).
It sounds like an unhappy sigh
at the end of the day.
It looks like the dull gray
of the sky before a storm.
It tastes bland, or even bitter,
as though the sugar was left out.
It feels wet and gloomy
like a rainy day.
It smells disheartened like the dying
flowers at a funeral home.
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